dairy of a delivery man

i ordered take out for us, i got you lo mein.
i know you like it, even though your in pain.
it should be here any minute, don't worry about that.
wipe your tears, i'll clean the smears, your ex is a rat.
he doesn't deserve you, he never did in the first place.
so dry those streams that fall down your pretty little face.
theres something about you i've loved since i was seven.
if i'm not mistaken, being with you is just like heaven.
this isn't a good time to tell you how much i love you, i know that.
but i need to let you know before the food takes your attention.
i want to keep you company till i go out of business,
cure your diseases and aid your sickness.
when we sleep, we listen, i know this to be true.
i hope you heard what i just said to you.

ms

reading the fine print

the pizza in the fridge is
crusty and 2 days old.
your sleeping. afraid of waking you,
i cook up a breakfast, a healthy one.
fresh squeezed oranges tells me
that your juice is worth the squeeze.
i'm sorry for before, what i did was wrong.
i put my heart into the pancake mix
i hope it taste good. the eggs are sunny side up,
just like your smile. even with your morning hair,
i wouldnt trade you in for anything. your tossing
and turning, i'm almost done cooking.
you get up with the mood of last night.
we look at eachother, you make your move.

let the lady decide

turned me off like a switch in your system
opened me up and left me to dry
took all my insides out and said goodbye
had me convinced with the way of your words
a little girl with a cute smile from the suburbs
separated by miles, i never thought it to be simple
but complexity and destiny have too much on their plate
and dont get me started on fate, its frayed on the ends
never believed them, their words were no good
but when it happen to me, then i understood
this isnt love, its life. its polluted with bad dreams
of another mans wife.

ms

if thoughts could talk, id keep my mouth shut.

if thoughts could talk, i’d keep my mouth shut.

its crazy how life goes on
treating us like sinking stones.
photographs capture the essence of one
emotions rise to the top
they live under your skin.
you can smell the memories
as they make their way to the top
people come and people go
some of us run and some of us know.
its hard to comprehend.
we cannot calculate the future.
for it is unknown. but we can change
the past, to pretend its not what it was
you weren't who you were.
don't live a lie, but don't lie and live.
its a paradox i tell you
no matter how you look at it.
you are the center of the universe
and everything revolves around you.
so don't get on your knees
don't pull your hands together
don't shut your eye lids and bow your head
because migraines are painful reminders
that some of us aren't dead.

ms.

the only thing that separates us in the space bar

so i just wrote this out of what

i was feeling or thinking at that 

moment.

enjoy.

i am the car that drives you
i am the voice that you hear
i am the soap that cleans you
you are the light in my year
we are the air they breathe
they are the ocean that ripples
we are the sun thats hot.
they are the ice thats melting
i am the space of time
you are the time of space
i am the plane that flies
you are the wind that guides
they are the ground below
they are begging us to visit
we bother our selves
they leave us alone
you are the sight
i have the sore eyes
i am the muscle
you are my goddess
they are the soilders
they obey
we are castles and hierarchy
they fall from the tree
i am the bad news
you are the good news
they are the judge
only good things come in twos 
we are kids in the sand
you are my woman
i am your man
you are the strings
i am my fingers
they are the audience
they are the enjoyers
we are the supporters
i am insane
you are in sane
they are out of sane
i am the thumb
you are the lighter
they are the fire
they existed
you are the white
i am the black
they are the grey 
they are the colour 
i am the salt
you are the pepper
they are the food
they taste so good
we are photography
i am the picture taker
you are the model
you are beautiful
they are the lens
the lens that sees what i see
you are gorgeous
i am honest
they should care
you are the souls of my shoes
i am what laces you together
they are the wood that scream
they are jealous of our freedom
we are proud
i am the city
you are the town
they are the world
yet to be found.
together we leave no room
for separation.

i sense something.

something i came up with

after meeting a special person.

 

they check the bag and throw it 

there's no turning back now.

the turbines twist, it opens its arms

we climb sky high into the night.

we're two hours from our lives

they all kissed you and said goodbyes

no but not me, what a surprise.

your sitting and thinking and wondering

what makes this feeling turn.

missing you has to be worse then this burn.

vintage is the word

a lot of people living in the billy b are hip, cool, jazzy, funk, or indie. so they shop at vintage old clothes stores, wear other peoples older clothes to look good now. who would have thought...

anyways, walking home from the feast yesterday, my brother and i come across this awesome looking vintage store literally visible from our apartment. we mean business. i found some sweet hoodies for the winter season, john told me it was a better idea to wait till it gets cold to buy them though. I did buy a pair of wallabi's though. im wearing them now.

In other news, i am going to t. schreiber today for orientation you can say. i cant wait meet everybody and talk about acting and theory. I feel this is the best step i can take and am taking at the moment. ive never felt so sure about something in these recent months. my brother is also joining me in this fiasco. 

there can never be too many brothers in the entertainment business...never.