hey guys, wow you are reading this! it is mostly just stuff i've been writing over the past little while about nothing in particular haha...it's rough and well kind of strange but thanks for reading it anyways. but believe me you don't have to go any farther : )
i hope you have all had amazing holidays so far. more to come!

life, man

I write down words
then cross them out, as i see fit
squiggle over what could've
been okay, if i'd rearranged
or replaced or even elaborated,
fixed the words i'd looked back over
in disgust
or embarrassment.
but then again maybe they're better, more real
than the ones that look nice?
now though, what could have been alright has turned into
a great giant blob
of ink.
0 :

latenightwriting?

plenty of money's been wasted
careless splurges to colour days
that wind up in the back of my closet
regret?
even in the simplest things
which might be worse
as i get mad for fixating
on something so small and helpless
time has gone
dissapeared down the drain
dissolved into a mirror
from my indulging
time lost, sometimes, with those i thought
cared more, i guess.
what defines wasted?
i know though
that nothing is wasted with you.
with a good laugh
that can make a class, a lunch, a day
sleeping away, thinking away
what could have been good
if only i'd tried more to save
the time, to capture it--
but then it would become definable, organized
and where could we start from
then?