life is a jumbled poem and the late night write my original quotes, notes, passing thoughts, rambling, random, rants, rubbish, shit writing., short except of my life, struggling, the late night write, venting 4:12 am
Sitting nude next to an open window
on the 7th floor
& I have a joint in my fingers
I don’t normally drink gin
but it was purple
& I do love the color
I don’t know if I prefer to sway over the hot bath
or the cold street
I don’t know if I want someone to look up or if I wish to fall down
All I’m sure of
is that I shouldn’t be smoking this joint in the apartment.
–A
Uncategorized consequences, crap writting, drunkiegail, dunkiegail, emotions, fading thoughts, fallout, I, rambling, random, rant, sadness, shit writing., short creative writing, short except of my life, shorts 4:52 am
I used to watch you pass by at 17
Heart broken, jaded and mean,
I’m not much different now.
No, not much better now.
life is a jumbled poem and life stuff and the late night write random, rants, short creative writing, short except of my life 4:27 am
confessions from the bottom of my cups
I just want to smoke this blunt and be left alone
I just want to forget all the things
that I confessions from the bottom of my all of it
to deal with tomorrow
why can’t it be easy
why can’t I be one of those booshie fucks
in the tallest buildings next to the park
I work so hard and I fail so often
when is karma going to give me a break
I just want one thing to go right
one lucky break
whether it be a scratch card to pay my bills
or a job opportunity to better my career
I just want to know my boyfriend loves me
I just want to know I won’t be 34 single with no kids
Why can’t things be better
why can’t I be better
how low do I have to fall before I start to pick myself up
I was foolish believing that I had done that
when in reality the floor is just as absent below my feet
and where are all those friends I sang of
all the ones that would be there no matter what
I can count on one hand the ones I spoke to this week past
and then there’s me
me letting down my godmother
My Chosen godmother
My grandmother
my good aunt that was fucked up but was there for me before
my bad aunt Who fucked up always but made up for it in the ways that she knew how to
when does it boil down to me
when is it clear that it is I myself that is in the way of anything good
Is it when I have written a thousand poems never to be published or read?
Is it when I have died
When my sister has honored her agreement to publish the stacks of dust filled notebooks I keep under my bed
will I die before I understand what it is I need to be happy?
Do any of us really know what we need to be happy?
I’m not happy
but when I’m not myself at peace
I find I write best
It may not be the best writing but it comes out easily
So judge me if you want
but as I’ve said I’ll never be published
©=^.^=
Asl
life is a jumbled poem and life stuff and men suck draft, fuck you, insanity, life, love, notes, one liners, oneliners, poetry, random, rubbish, sad, shorts 8:57 pm
if i could quiet my thoughts, i write you a song.
if i could make my hands cease their shaking, id write you a book.
id fill it with stories of adventure and love,
of heartbreak and conquest.
if i could quiet my thoughts,
and still my hand.
if i wasn’t broke and broken, id take you out on the town.
if could chase away my demons, id smile and it would be one just for you.
id take you to a table with with candles and ambience
id share my pasta in a way only lovers do
if i wasn’t broken
id do it just for you.
-end
life is a jumbled poem and men suck and tok@gail fuck you, happy, hate, I win, love, notes, random, tjay 6:01 pm
….so I’m done with him=] its over! Happy and insane with anger? Who the fuck cares?! Ill kill em. Music sounds good, the cool breeze is refreshing and the weed is mine! No shareing! No more duce no more! Its fucking amazing! And yano I’m happy. I have my guy
life is a jumbled poem insanity, life, one liners, oneliners, random, raymond, rubbish, shorts 9:31 am
My nest is bent but my wings are broken. The suns my only constant and my fethers have started smokin. Rise from the flames to live again, but there a hungry cat crouching around the bend.
life is a jumbled poem one liners, poems, random 7:11 pm
Why feel so stupid
Its done and gone
Move on they tell me
Its fucking scary
What do you want from me?
Embrace it?
Go meet it head on?
Well I guess off with my head!
A bull will buck and smash
They don’t say sorry
Broken glass in a china shop right?
Who’s payin for that shit!
Not I said the cat…
life is a jumbled poem drunkiegail, poem, poetry, random 6:09 am
do see them vines
their growing out of the walls
and oh my gosh its hot in here
i need my umbrella
the heat lightning is staring to cause rain
witch is odd cuz its September
wheres all the snow
the white pearly hills of ice
do you remember the time we crashed into that snow bank
when we played pedidel and i got but ass naked in bunnys car
oh the times we’ve had
the long days lisening to system of a down smoking pot with the Russians
playing hand ball on a hot summer day
then walking to the egg cream for a slush puppy
ill tell you a secret
but shhhh you cant tell
the walls have ears and the vines are reaching for my soul
and here they come
life is a jumbled poem random, rant 11:11 pm
Rats are crawling threw the holes in that fence
And she said its not for sale on our TV
Damn
Oh well we just need a better package
Ha
Package
I’m to easily amused
Fuck robing a house
I’m ready for full out Bonni and clyed shit
With that girl..
Onward to Scotland!
Nessy will be found
And screw him she’s mine
Where in the book does it say
Putting something in a guys but makes him gay
ALL YOU NEED IT LOVE
I sure wish he’d learn black bird
I love that song
Kitty fest?
That sounds strange
I can’t wait to be a misa
Golly
This is a odd price of writing
OK I’m done
the writing desk 