You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

Well...not Peter Griffin..no no...I love Peter... and Stewie, especially when he's drunk.



So here's the thing. It's the holiday season and it's a time to give and be merry, but it's so hard to get into the spirit of it all when you're more broke than an ass crack. It's very frustrating and maybe it's because I really do care about the people in my life and I'd love to be able to buy them all the gifts I think they deserve. Unfortunately, Santa didn't grant me buko bucks this year or any year for that matter. So I will do the best I can and probably end up in more debt that will require me to not eat for a couple weeks. Ah yes...holiday cheer!

Losing Hope

Losing hope
Looking at blank faces
Stand behind the door
Trying to find safe places
Go through it in my head
But it always comes out the same in the end
Want to reach for something more
Want it so bad I can taste it
But I can't seem to grasp the core
Of what I must to really take it
And I find myself sinking
Will I fight enough to make it?
Am I wrong for what I'm thinking?
Is it too late to try and change it?

Untitled

Instant sadness
Forever doomed
Quickly drifting into madness
A dark and hollow tomb
Sail away with windswept drops
They rip across the face
And think of a way to stop
The mess that can't erase
Scream again and no one will hear
Beating hands against the wall
The heart beats faster, governed by fear
Repeat, Repeat as the body starts to fall
Trapped inside with no way out
With every second there to count

The Grind

click, punch, click, punch
until it's time to go to lunch
break fast, have fun
feel the heat of the sun
come back and start again
show the man a forced grin
eyes blur, music blast
another day gone too fast