BootlegJones

Finish my finals, turn twenty, and ask out my longtime love interest all in the same week. It sounds pretty eventful. And yet, I can't help but dwell on how banal life seems or how redundant each day seems to be. That's how I stumbled upon the question of "What are you living for?" It's like asking "Am I gay?" even though you don't have any gay thoughts or feelings. It's something one should ask if he or she manages to get any real meaning out of life. You don't have to be suicidal about it. Most people I know seem to live their life with an idea but not a direction; a whimsical notion of life in perfect conditions. The truth being, without

I'm not truly certain that people have experienced love in the unconventional sense that poets or writers have eluded me of. With every movie I watch, I feel more contracted to that whim of the emotional spectrum than I am. In actuality, love is so flimsy that not many people would be so deeply invested in each other. At best, the regularity and quality of sex can keep an unspoken bond for ages. It's a tendency to shrug the aggrandized notions of romantics that keep kids longing for. The best way to combat it is by sleeping around and hopefully finding someone that does provide that quality and that regularity that will leave one lingering ho

Now that the holiday season is over and the suicide rate is steadily declining; I feel like surviving another holiday season and then almost spontaneously a bad relationship has made me a little stronger about my gilded life. But I have a friend who is ten months into a post break-up heartache and it's sad and piteous to watch. No one wants to pity their friends because we all want strength. Stability is an incredulous virtue we pursue. Sometimes we step over integrity to attain this quasi valuable state. What of it, though? If we are comfortable and strong then what does it matter? Ignorance. Apathy. Rancor. Sometimes the good guys get lef

She called me into her cell to watch me struggle. The bars cleaved with a relentless rust chipping off the sides. I tossed and twitched about the floor in desperation, yet every bodily movement reminded me more that there was no escape.

We are the lines drawn in sand, Nay we cross out hearts out, Since the moons breeds new hand, Reach ne'er to be in doubt. You flaunt malice turned deaf, Believe not in your fray, The fist finds not be deft, It swings but blindly. Bludeon me with my care, I hold vulner'ble mine, And to use I hold near, But neither do me fine. Shake 'way songs of suff'ring, Much my ears may bear, My hearts takes thine ears fling, This what you have made fear. Not much longer may I last, In beauty of our ugly past.

You come over late at night, With your hand behind your plight, Begging me to take it easy, But with sixteen drinks in me, It's kind of hard to take control, So all I'll be whispering is "Let go". Are you okay? Am I suffocating your morals? Did my presence eclipse the day? Well I'm sorry to say you've lost it. You ran home early this morning, Tripping over your own warning, 'Cause I have no containment, And I can feel your resentment, So just cry on the way out the door, You're only making me smile more. Are you okay? Am I suffocating your morals? Did my presence eclipse the day? Well I'm sorry to say you've lost it. You c

Unfortunately, This is who I want to be, Everything I need, Or so it seems. Last night was crazy, But it's who I want to be, Unfortunately, This is me. When she said wanted prejudice, It was supposed to be unbridled, Though we all know she'll never get married, She'll sure as hell get undressed, It leaves one to wonder if, She ever needed this. This is the way to listen to, Everything she'd love to do, My ears are bleeding from discontent, To bet on every second-guess. When the sun rises tomorrow, It will let remind me to you down, For every kid that has left this town, And headed for the bottle, It makes one wonder, If

Eyes end around the lot, Kids who came to hit the spot, Rest in pieces where they're found, Apathy 'll leave 'em gagged and bound. Shot to save your soul, One more mindless trigger toll, Same routine for the people in black, Starve the people of hope or slack. Hold onto broken dreams, Into pockets; tear the seams, Make a man of what I mean, Unholy prospects at age: 16. At last, the curtains close, Before the crowd neglects a rose, Regretfully signed our last apology, Able to finally say "So ends Saturday."

THERE'S BEEN TALK OF MY DEMISE, TO SOME EXTENT THESE RUMORS ARE TRUE, LIKE HATING ONE FOR ONE MORE IS, THE QUOTA FOR GOSSIP IS FLUCTUATED, THESE EYES ARE SCREAMING FOR MORE, MONEY STREAKED ACROSS THE FLOOR, HATE BREATHES INTENTLY IN THE UNWILLING, UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH TO SEEK HELP, EARS ARE BLEEDING ACROSS THE BOARD, THESE EYES ARE SCREAMING FOR MORE, WATER THE FLOWS THROUGH ME SUBDUES ME, THE TRANQUILITY DESIGNATES SECURITY, AS MUCH AS THE CAPACITY WILL REACH, SUGGESTS THAT THE LIMIT IS THE SKY, THESE EYES ARE SCREAMING FOR MORE, ALL THIS TALK IS SHUTTING ME DOWN, LIES THAT LIE IN THEIR OWN BLANKET, DENY THY NEIGHBORS HOT PIEC