6.28.10

I'll Get My Just Deserve by Touché Amoré

Cyrus

Worth your time and money.

Gay is Good

"Straight As She Wants to Be"
A kiss is a kiss is a kiss.
Regardless of Joseph Smith.
And what I wouldn’t give to love a woman like she does…
A kiss is a kiss is a kiss is a kiss.
On the lips.
Or on the lips.



Alvin Carrillo photography. Got some sick shots of Dangers, which is why I found his stuff in the first place, and a lot of other cool ones. Check it out. While we're on the subject, check out Dangers too. Amazing band. Most importantly, go here.

6.24.10

Funny how it can all fade away in an instant. It gives no warning, it has no reason. All I’m left with is feeling distant. Left alone to move on, but barely breathin’. In all my memories you tell me how you’re so very proud. I don’t know where I went wrong but I’d give anything to hear one more laugh aloud. I may be going through the motions but I’ve never been so stuck. My mind is working in circles, I’ve run out of luck. No matter what I do, just can’t reverse my fortunes. I’d rather drive it all out of proportion. I won’t ever buckle my belt. I’d rather learn from the pain I felt. If only I could right my wrongs as easily as I write these rhymes. All these words are just a waste of time. In trying to find something clever to say, I’ve done nothing but let it all slip away. Now I'd rather have what I know is wrong because I know not all the feeling's gone.

Because...

Amazing short film by Steve Hwang. I never felt so connected to a character who never speaks a word. If you want insight into how I think about relationships (or women I like in general), then watch this.

Effort Contest! [Linebreaker Zine]

Linebreaker Zine has become a recent must-read for me. Some awesome insight into writing that is already awesome to begin with. Check out the link to see the contest they just posted and read through the site more too, even if you don't dig the music, the lyrics and interviews are a worthwhile read.

http://linebreakerzine.com/2010/06/22/the-effort-wartime-citizens-contest/#comments

6.18.10

I try to write from personal experience, because that is of course what has shaped and affected me most. Usually, I write because it helps to clear my mind and helps me figure out what I really think or believe. Often times I write because I am upset with a certain situation that I'm in. Unfortunately, I don't often write because I'm upset with a certain situation that others are in.

The other day a close friend of mine casually used the word "faggot". I told him I didn't like that word, and his response was: "I don't mean it in a gay way." As if that excused him. As if that made me less offended.

This is what I wish I said back to him at the time...

Profits for Prophets

For ten years he’s loved a man more than I could ever hope to. And their lives were changed by those with a grudge and a vote too. How dare I ever act heartbroken. I wish I could take back all the slurs I've spoken. John 3:16 says we know everything. But I don't understand why we exclude them from saying "I do". All for 8 for the problems we perpetuate. Love is not yours to own. Their love is not yours to control. My family doesn’t need more focus. This kind of shit leaves me hopeless. All your stupid words offend me. It’s not okay so I’ll stop pretending.

For every person who was bashed like Shepard. For every one of us who ever excused that slur. For all the prophets like Dobson. For all the pain and anguish that we’ve caused them. For all the ignorance that is still spread. It’s about time we start using our heads.

6.16.10

Out of sight, out of mind.
As I focus my eyes I see it’s hopeless to try.
I resent the fact that I don’t have your warm embrace.
All your words are so bitter I can’t stomach their taste.
I remember the times when all I wanted was your touch,
And all the times I thought I’d never see you enough.
I’m sorry if this all sounds like an effigy.
But the irony is killing me.
Its my fault for wondering what was ahead.
You always told me I could be the one,
But time took you away instead.
I’m just a lesson learned now that its said and done.
The future has thieved me yet again,
And left a wound that I don’t know how to mend.
After all of this my heart has hardened.
I just can’t seem to resist the self-pity I take part in.

You moved on so quick, I was all a waste.
But I still can’t swallow what you said, I just can’t stand the taste.
I won’t apologize for being over-dramatic;
What you call drama I know as trauma.
I had no control. I never had control.
You see I wanted a perfect ending.
But I learned the hard way that poems don’t always rhyme,
And some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
I know where we started but I lost track of the finish,
And how our love diminished.
You see the funny thing with endings is that there isn’t any closure.
All I can do is try to maintain my composure.