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I\'m a hopeless romantic. i have a blind faith that everything in my life will end up okay in the end. i disappoint my parents monthly and i feel trapped way to much of the time. I like smoking weed, and making music.

Four more years ’till I can toss rocks.Rate this poem

Our talk at dinner made me laugh.

I don’t believe in your narrow vision,

So how can you expect me to follow it?

I’m gonna toss rocks and eat cinnamon,

I’ll do a lot worse in my lifetime.

You know … Continue reading Four more years ’till I can toss rocks.

Why are you trying?Rate this poem

I hate who I loved.

Suppressed and close minded,

I hate that I’m his.

And another,

To eager for me to respect,

Too stupid for me to have trusted.

I hate who I loved.

I find so much comfort in knowing that everything will … Continue reading Why are you trying?

Kenny’s House.Rate this poem

Three windows,

each one higher than the next,

each one showing more telephone wires and cloud.

A lock and handle,

Speckled by time and grime,

on the door that separates cold and warm,

wet and dry.

There are cracks in the paint equal to … Continue reading Kenny’s House.

Battle CryRate this poem

We are our teenage desires

We are carnal

We are impulsive

Young and blind and infinite

And we don’t care.

I can’t care that you’re disappointed.

So we revel in the beauty

And tremble with anticipation

Waiting for something life changing.

We must grasp the opportunity

… Continue reading Battle Cry

The Dream that Changed my LifeRate this poem

Purple neon skies,

Rolling sandy dooms,

Bloodline across the horizon,

I find bliss in an euphoric red land.

I look across the desert.

There they sit, lonely,

Glowing Orange-

In that glance I uncover my destiny,

My reason my meaning … Continue reading The Dream that Changed my Life