"(sh)it boy"
16 FL, USA he/him autistic ANTP bassist
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Category: Writing and Poetry
hot, wet, and sufferable, is that what we are destined to be? You shot me through the lungs so i could depend on yours. No matter the apologies you got what you needed and I needed when I got. I breathe through you just for you to infect my tract and blame it on me. Will you do better, can you do better? Is this just who you are, who you were rai » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Long wet summers filled by the void of you. what am I without you the effect of years spent together never acknowledging what we were. My first and worst. Countless emotions to describe your not who you used to be talent is gone left by the sound hot wet and sufferable the best I can do is leave just to do the same elsewhere. The seasons never change » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Sometimes I feel like an old dog, they always look so miserable for no reason apart from old age. They are treated well fed well, but they always look tortured by themselves. Internal strife for no external reaso » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I have always been surrounded by music, my parents almost always had something on, my mom was into soul and soul pop as I describe it (Alecia Keys, Ceelo Green) my dad listened to classic rock and 80's rock (he loves AC/DC) and he loves blues and it was almost always playing around my house growing up. As a kid I liked what ever my parents were p » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Just counting my minutes until I can leave, do I just hate this place or is it something more. Day by day I feel like I am just doing things as a means to an end rather than for any type of enjoyment. Just getting the hard shit done so I can live easy, but I know it can never be that way. This will probably be as easy as it gets and I'm sitting h » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I want a summer fling This is probably the worst way to have your first relationship, spending a month or two infatuated than spending the rest of your life apart or awkward friends. It will » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Holding onto my bad Habits I hold onto my bad habits because I fear I am loosing my self. What used to bring me so much joy is now mundane and nostalgic. Nostalgia should hit after so many years but it has only been a few months. Were you just a phase, I would hope I am better than that, Better than to just play with my toys and than throw them out. You deserve better than that, you were stable a... » Continue Reading
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I'll paint you a picture in shining light we can wish for their greater good while they hope for our death. Is all we will ever be chalked up to a wide spread moral panic? If I could do half of what they blame us for I could change the world. As more and more regulations are spewed out and degrade us even more we can only hope for happiness something handed to them just because they follow a norm ... » Continue Reading
Category: Music
Were called "The Broken Sound" and at the moment it is just me (bassist) and my friend DigitalStitches (vocals) we need a rhythm guitarist, lead guitarist, and a drummer. This is our profile: » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Were we too soon? We should have had the time to build what we had. Because once it starts it can't ever happen again. If only we waited maybe we could have gone out in a bang. Was I too far? I couldn't get that bass feeling in my chest. That for me is not just apart of life without it I can't manage. You were always that for me, something others could live without but for me if I didn't have you ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I love the sting as you enter my lungs. Every mark you make the more I take you in. The Worse the better. You leave your mark and damage me leaving me only wanting more. You both fill and create the holes in my body. I don't know what your doing to me, but i love the way you hurt me leaving me on the floor and hitting me while I'm down, hacking and choking, but I keep chasing after your high. I th... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
How do I say this without being rude your obsession is pathetic and crazed. It's loud anxious and worst of all fueled not by hatred or lust but spoilage. The only part of the years left uncertain that does not fit is my absolute understanding that you have never been told no. The fondness of your mother so much so you would bring her to a concert with your friends who didn't and your complete lack... » Continue Reading
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