I wish to know your heart and all that exists inside of it. I wish to know your feelings when sad, when happy, and I wish to be the one that fills you full of overall glee at every moment of the day. I'm not asking for miracles or giveuprance at any end.


Sometimes I think I'm full of nothing good.

Lay your head on my pillow...

What's a retard like me to do? I've been waiting for three years avoiding all signs that should say, "Turn and runaway!" "You're a damn fool, you damn fool!" "She's Poison" yet I still stay smitten like a retard to a fluffy bunny. Ohhh Fluffy Bunny...I shall continue this post later when I am in clearer head!

"You know what I dun need?"
I need me a woman who ain't gonna abuse me and misuse my mind...
Sum a bitch...

God gave me the family that I'm love/stricken/burdened with...God also gave me the friendships that evolved into people that I treat as family, and love just as much...family don't feel bad, I"m sure you'd be better off without me.

I feel like shit now, but know that I will be better in time. But all the withdrawals and healing will be fucked up when the picture gets interrupted by her re-entry. The only thing that will kill my pain and feelings is the alcohol and a new interest. But it's hard to find love, when you don't want to leave your apartment and you're scared of being shattered.

Worry some, for the time is near

I ramble on and make no sense, and you look at me like I just bit the head off of a kitten. As long as I'm speaking in gibberish there is no real cause to be alarmed. The second I turn off the insanity, turn on the rage, and I seem calm and start making sense, the world should worry.

There's a hole in my bucket, my sprecky, my sprecky, there's a hole in my bucket, I give up, what's the point.

Another day in the life of...

Sitting around and avoiding work,
I try not to be mad at life,
but somedays i find it increasingly harder to deal,
the day in day out wears at my soul like a cheese grater to styrofoam.
Sometimes I feel the little pieces of me blowing away to a place worst then this.

Well fuck me with a chainsaw

When it comes to thoughts and dreams,
or hair brained schemes,
you make my heart pitter patter,
jump for you, skip some beats damnit,
At last I know you will never be mine,
and all I can do is hope I'm okay in time.

Good Advice

Never make decisions when you’re angry or promises when you’re horny.

Tired of living in ChalkieVille

“Dear Chalkie, you better take your damn ass back to Chalkieville, telling me about Whole Foods, Trader Joes, and your little dog Princess. I got real world problems. I got bills to pay, family dying and a general propensity for violence. I pray for the day where I can have Chalkie problems like, ‘Starbucks only put two pumps of white carmel chocolate no one gives a fuck in my drink.’”

No wonder I can't sleep

I go to bed early, because I can only stand the sadness of being awake for so long.

Like a four leaf clover

I guess I should feel lucky,

some never get to feel the pain I feel,

we all have the person who is our muse, our love, the one.

The person that tears at the heart strings,

The first thing you think about when you wake up, and the last thing you think about before you go to bed.

Not all of us will ever be lucky enough to meet that one person,

The one person you love to death even if it means you want to strangle them.

The one who makes you feel shy awkward and twelve years old all over again.

The one that despite the make up, despite what she’s wearing, you would give up everything to be lucky enough to be the guy that wakes up next to her for the rest of your life.