I understand, but i could care less for your poetry.

 

Why so morbid?

Winter comes and goes.

It makes my skin tickle, and i can hear my hair sigh.

Its growing ever so slowly.

And outside, the grass,

grows ever so slowly.

I think i could sleep for days, across this white cushion

Watching waves of blue sky, crash against my window pane.

He is to engage in altruistic motives

This is sure to incite moralistic tendencies within those members of society who identify themselves as falling within expected norms with respect to sexual preferences.

Because in all forms and states of mind, one cannot control their whimsical musings of the physical. 

And i would think when you engage in matters of the sensual.

Surely, inevitably that sensation beguiles.

MY P*NIS STINGS!

 

Tic tak goes this cat.

Across the road is my neighbours cat.

She was yellow haired, and a playful little thing.

Today a car-

RED WHITE RED WHITE RED WHITE

RED RED RED

Tic tac went the cat, sprayed along the black tarmat.

Well, you could say that’s poetry, but i call bullshit.

 

A few weeks ago

I was riding in the car with my mate. He had a bunch of shit in the back of his car, and the pervading smell of sex and alcohol was casually rubbing against my throat.

He had played some songs then, with lyrics so sexually descriptive i felt turned on then.

The four of us crossed out legs and jeered at the family car beside us.

At a skating rink.

I slipped and grazed my legs.

A girl in long white socks glided beside me, her knees as white as the ice. Eyes following my clumsy step.

I bled through my nose, and wiped it off with my scarf.

A beginning? At end.

Because in my mind you were perfect for this.

Slim shoulders skimming the water, its reflection of the bone caught my eye.

Spin, roll, push. Another lap in time.

He had smiled then, like a shark.

Beatboxing with boots and cats

 

It you say boots and cats really fast you are one step towards being a pro beat boxer.

 

 

Hey, why did you stop smiling?

There is room beneath your bed, for me.

 

Isnt it weird, to write a blog that doesn’t go anywhere?

 

In fact if i had to describe it, my blog is more of a endless diary, where i can write whatever comes to my mind and feel happy that the temporary memory, emotion can be written down and kept forever. No matter how uncomfortable or embarrassing.

Well, i’d like to think that this blog has one single purpose in mind. To find a girlfriend.

When i get there, i wont need this blog anymore, not unless i have another heartbreak, or i turn 17 again.

In fact in relation to the best emotion rollercoaster ever, i think i have had my fill being 17.

Yeah.

Open

 

It’s always like this.

I am always at some point in life that involves a dilemma, girl or family spat. And to be honest i dont know why i continue to do so. its like i have a tendency to just rant on about anything that comes into mind. But i think that is the case.

I feel so..normal.

Who knew that being normal would be so stressful though. i sometimes wish i was some sort of secret agent, or spy, or famous person. I think im suited to a life of drama.

Anyway, thinking about this makes me tired.

Night.

Raiding the closet for my dancing shoes.

I dont have any empathy for this anymore.

 

Somehow, it feels deceiving, to think about things  in the future when i should be counting my blessings.

 

During Christmas day, i went over to my mate’s house. And hoping to make some sort of memory i decided to dress up nicely so that i could look presentable. But during the party, i realised i was the only one who dressed up. Everyone else was casual looking and i felt out of place.

The same thing happened at my family get-together at my cousin Liz’s place. I had donned shoes, pants, shirt and vest all in black, accentuated by a red tie.

 

In fact, all the parties i have been gone at i have dressed up to the best i could.

 

And surprisingly, i felt like i looked the stupidest.

Starting now. I’ll never know your name.

 

I came across a couple of guides written by guys for talking to girls and finding a serious or casual girlfriend.

Without any bias i read them all the same, thinking over their thoughts rather than simply rejecting them. Since i know, everything must be taken with a grain of salt.

MOTHER FUCKING TUMBLR.

Taking forever to post one damn post.

I mean seriously.

Get your act together.

University Girl

Theres this girl who goes to my uni, her name's lauren and i sorta fancy her.

Anyway, im beginning this new year by trying to see if i should ask her out. I dont want to marry her or anything, i just feel like i want to date her.

Is that kinda chauvinistic? Fuck i dont even know what chauvinistic is, let alone how to spell the damn word.