August 2009
40 posts
we whisper in the light, while we yell in the dark,
this is who I am, this is who we are,
we whisper in the light, while we yell in the dark,
this is who I am, this is who are,
we are lions, we are sharks
but we weren’t made for cages in the dark
no, we weren’t made for scars
but maybe whispering is a start
but still, we’re not quite still
and I fear, this is not what You...
austin stone (9am) + austin stone kidstuff (1115am) + torchy’s tacos (approx. 1:30pm) + book people (2pm) + austin stone (5pm) plus p terry’s (7pm) = amazing day in austin.
thank you God. thank you Austin.
not the same post I would normally post
this isn’t a poem. this is a dumb thought in my head, that, with out this, would never escape, but I would like for it to escape, because I think that a lot of people feel this way. also, I fear I’m the only one who feels this way.
blow jobs are bad. making out with someone you aren’t dating, is, sort of, bad. it can lead to bad things (like blow jobs) and so therefore, are...
take back the ship,
and let go the wheel,
I trust the sails
will find the wind,
when I felt the breeze
I knew it was real
as I felt home again
My God, how long has it been,
since I’ve seen dry land,
for too long the dark waters
have been who I am
surely I convinced myself
with my hands I can steer
and the rough waters I’ve heard about
I’ll surely stay clear
I swear to God the...
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I just learned
how to look at people who’ve ‘liked’ my posts. I am so grateful to be able to write anything I write, and it blows my mind that people out there, some people I’ve never met, like anything I’ve written. From the bottom of my heart… no… with my whole heart, thank you guys so much. You guys are totes cool.
Totes.
is there any other possible way
and here I’ve been alone, maybe a month,
anything is possible for you
and look at the things I’ve done
so I made a list
and of course, I’m the first one
and I’m so afraid
I might forget that and run
the times I’m sweating bullets
well, you sweat out blood
and I can’t help but drown
in my puddle of a flood
my shaking hands,
and my...
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“Do you ever look at strangers and wonder if they’ve been in a porno?”
– Brett, on our way back from Red Lobster.
Watchgiggle party, out of dallas. hopefully playing with a local band soon.
if we could be a robe or cloak,
if we could be the clothes,
made of ordinary cotton
any normal man grows
if we could all be woven together
to cover up the skin
into whatever colorful pattern
our maker decides to sew us in
remind me how I said
I used to be a lonely thread
discarded so casually
like words I’m sure I’ve read
but now I’m sewn together
into a rich fabric I could never...
“41 If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles.”
– Matthew 5:41
Today I was walking around campus, and I thought about this verse, and then God gave me a chance to live it. It was awesome.
I should have known that I was bound to deny you
my perfection, blessed, forgiving, and graceful
as I have left so many things I’ve loved
but you’re different and far from an ordinary example
you ran to me, and gave me your best robe
you put a ring on my finger even though I didn’t earn it
when I came back from the city, you showered me in love
even though we both know I never...
“How old are you?”
...”
– This is why I don’t go clubbing in the Heights. Or anywhere.
Stop clogging the dance floor. Stop going to clubs thinking you’ll get some. Live for yourself please. Just dance because you want to dance, not to get noticed. Stop putting so much importance in what other people think.
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