A mystery inside of an enigma wrapped in a burrito...Kik - theunsuitableguy
Tell me what's going on with you, because I don't know. I've been making my way home, through this alpha dog rodeo..... My friend. Day strikes, I'm at quarter to eight and your quarter to four.
Yes I am, just a man. I change my words just like I change my plans. Write me up, where I stand. In this city where our privacy's banned. I've become, just a name.
*This is a blog post. *Strong language etc. "Do not go gentle into that good night" (Dylan Thomas). Smell. Perhaps one of our more overlooked senses.
*Strong language Tell me something new... But I've told you everything I know, you take it in and let it go. Take me out tonight...
Take the lead, take my hands, show me how you move. I'll be your work, heal my hurt, you can be my muse. Ease my doubts, when you speak with your silver tongue.
Elevator legs. My own parade. Come melt my glacier. Come make my day. Vienna perfume. Bubblegum lips. Press them on mine. Private eclipse. Auburn sunset. Flowing cascade. What you do to me.
Hidden your fingers are crossed. I'll sing you a song from the air, from my thoughts. I'll find, what you said was lost. Tied up in string under thousands of knots. If you would tell me your thoughts.
*Blog post = bad language. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. (Robert Frost) Something strange happens in London when it snows, things appear a little different.
He's already read the pages of his history. Attempts at living fiction turn to mystery. You can see it in the eyes, it's the same sad story. Everything's the same in his inventory.
*bad language It's a little strange, a little funny. If you feel the same, sing it for me. Get up on your feet, if you want to compete. Or you can back up slowly if you want to retreat.
*bad language. *bad morals. This is a blog...I'm going to blog now. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I’m seldom awoken by the birds singing at my window, and today was no...
The rain falls down, swallowed by the ground. And it's the same drip, the same lonely sound. I taste the wet air, spreading in my chest. Clean the debris, leave nothing left.
*long nonsensical post + swearing. "Where ignorance is bliss, tis folly to be wise". (From the poem by Thomas Gray 1742).
Do you think I'm funny.... Just enough to make you smile.... Do you think I'm guilty.... Would you put me up on trial.... Because lately I've been thinking, just enough to hurt my head.
I wait... Stood outside of your place. For you to call me inside. With wet hair hiding my face. You come... Fifteen minutes too late. And pull me into your room. Because I'm tomorrow's mistake.
I recently wrote about some of the negative effects of Facebook, particularly what I call ''Personas''. So you can imagine my amusement when I read about NamoroFake this morning.
*long rant. + bad language.
Well you could bask in your confusion. Or start yourself a revolution. But if you did then no one else would care. Now you gave yourself to evolution. Your mother taught you elocution.
Systems of education. *long rant I was midway through a popular mobile game in which hostile birds destroy little green pigs, when I received a random text from someone I had went to uni with.
I left my girl with my troubles, I watched them float away in a champagne bubble. I left the wall lights on. And a bass line thumping to the same sad song.
There's a man boarding up the wishing well. Singing, wish your dreams a good farewell. He bares his teeth and then he disappears. And you have no more coins to toss. On plans you make that end up...
Spending time now payment's overdue. Jump off the road they said was tried and true. Grasping fate in both my hands, throw it high and watch it fall in strands.
*Bad language. I've been pondering (more than usual) lately, the importance of forgiveness.
I have enough on my mind. So take your fingers out my head. I'll drink your awful red wine. And then I'll drag myself to bed. Don't pick the sleep from my eyes. I don't want to wake.
I live for yesterday, there's no time to plan my actions. Sitting on old leather, close my eyes and watch the patterns. Counting sheep to fall asleep, breathing slow but nothing happens.
Well my mother used to say when things don't go your way you'll work it out. And my father always said when things are going down, don't stick around.
Not gone for long, now welcome home. To the vibrant city where lost souls come to roam. Down the road there's old Jerome. Who'll sell you some joy or a cheap stolen cell phone.
*long rant. I went to meet a friend in a popular chain of coffee shop today.
Wake me up with morning rain. As I walk these streets that all look the same. Dry my skin on the days first train. Same bystanders, different names. Wishing hard for something good. Curse my luck.
You say I can't imagine what it's like for you. I don't want to hear no more, I don't want to fight with you. So let me go and make my ascension.
So if you’ve read my previous posts you may have noticed that I’ve mentioned several times that I am not religious.
I can't tell you your fortune. Or read you your fate. It's yours to create. I can't heal all your wounds and treat all your sprains. But I'll take your pain.
*Bad language. You don't even know what's real. You're cold like metal stainless steel. With no flaws, you're the real deal. You can touch, but you can't feel. And I'm guilty because I feel too much.
*nonsensical blog post. May induce vomiting. Back in 2010 I was sitting in a library with a friend attempting unsuccessfully to start an essay.
Losing belief you've lost all ambition. And you disappear like you're a magician. You're not allowed to question your tradition. Because if you did nobody would listen.
You had, a taste for trouble. I had, eight battered knuckles. You lived, inside a bubble. I lived amongst the rubble. And then we fell. We fell in deep into the future. You chose life, I was producer.
I could'nt hear a word that you said. If you need to leave, then please go ahead. Don't wake me up, just leave me in bed I'll figure this out, after I'm dead. Was anything real, or just an idea.
I went through the motions again last night. This time I'll try to make the wrong things right. Forget the empty promises I've made. I know I'm misbehaved. But after everything I've missed.
As nights get longer, so do days get colder. I share warm hands to get the cold shoulder. Time runs out, bliss is over. Too late to speak the words I never told her. Eat, sleep, live alone.
I look back as I face ahead, take your jagged blade and cut my frayed thin thread. I hang loose and then I fall, into mud and off the ball. I can't be me, not when you're watching.
I talk alot about psychological experiments. Mostly because I find human behaviour so fascinating. So here goes...again. I'm sure many of you have read or atleast skimmed through the bible.
I'm so tired, working for any excuse to get fired. Forget what you came for, do as you're required, forget what you desired. When everything's the same, I could never be inspired.
Help me. Close your eyes and lay your head beside me. Melt all of the ice inside me. Touch me. Let me feel your fingers warmth. Push my black hair back and forth. Don't lose me.
#emotion We're on a set path, can't help but deviate it. Breaking our backs but left unappreciated. Long names so elegant now abbreviated. Play is work, always agitated.
I'm running away from the cop cars. Guided by the lights from the night stars. I'm not getting caught by the watch guards. They want to see me trapped behind thick bars.
You don't want to know. You say you've heard it all before. I've just walked through your door. But you think that I should go. So I'm on my way, but I'm purposefully slow.
When I was younger...I must have been about 10 or 11, a teacher of mine who I later referred to as "lady Hitler" gave my class the task of compiling a family tree.
You know it's been a rough year. Sometimes I want to stop and shout it. Poor myself a stiff drink, I don't want to think about it. Good times come and go, so today I'll have to live without it.
One day the saints came calling. They came and they took you home. And though we both we're falling. One of us would stand alone. I wonder if you see me, and all of my foolish ways.
Too much time but she has no occupation. Cheap red wine her daily medication. This city is dead, where's the recreation. Close your eyes and start the hibernation.
Forgive me for I have sinned. An angel came, I broke her wings. I called to her, I reeled her in. I knew just how to pull her strings. Chastise me because I've been bad.
I made you take the plunge and you dive, dive dived. And now it's my turn next so I'll run and hide. I made you fly and I watched you glide. Heavy are the chains that keep me locked inside.
We run too fast that's why we fall. We break our knees but still stand tall. Squeeze our bones and make us small. We'll take what's ours, we want it all. Push us once, push some more.
Life goes on, the truth changes. What was once true is often no longer true later - Brad Blanton. I did'nt really understand that quote until I read it a second time and then it made perfect sense.
On warm late nights under bathroom lights, glancing in a cracked mirror things become less clearer.
I'm always awake before I've awoken. Is today the day I cash my token. Before too long, my mind's asleep. No more noise, bittersweet relief from living vicariously through poorly taught beliefs.
Summer nights, passing city sights. Under dim moonlight, couples fight. Scar your skin, with my love bites. Argyll street, where we'd meet. On my lap, rest your feet. Dancing rings around me standing.
Planes flying high above you. City lights seem to find you then blind you. Birds hiding in a fruitless tree. Dream a little dream of me. Put on your dancing shoes and...enlist me.
I'm a pebble in the centre of the earth for all to see. I put on my mask before I wake and be the man that I'm supposed to be.
Hot and cold, that's how your hurricane blows. What happens next. I've asked but nobody knows. Expose yourself, why don't you tell me a secret. My lips are sealed, you don't have to worry I'll keep...
*16+ etc, etc. The city is thriving today, bright and curious eyes, lovers holding hands, sharing jokes, melodic laughter... Today, their voices work to depress me even more than usual.
Buildings surround what was once open spaces. Houses and homes bring new interesting faces. And I stand just a little bit taller. Than the first girl I kissed when I was two feet smaller.
#love Love is true. Love is blind. Love will make you lose your mind. Love is peace. Love is crime. If you need love then please take mine. I don't need it. You can keep it. Love is real.
I'm so immature, I apologise, I could'nt give you more. I watched you walk away, I held an open door. I cannot explain, I'm so obscure... But you'd never turn on me.
I'm five out of ten of the traits you list. You ask for that and I give you this. Draw your hands into two small fists. Bruise my lips with an angry kiss.
*Once again excuse my typos @wolfie I was trying to write a comment in response to @Wolfie's post regarding what books inspire us all outside of Opuss.
No shepherd, and one herd. Everyone wants the same; everyone is the same: he who feels differently goes voluntarily into the madhouse. (Nietzsche).
Fingerprints on a window pane. That's what I am. Washed away by the acid rain. That's where I am, it's where I am. Fading ink in an envelope. That's what I am. A familiar smell from a bar of soap.
*16+ parental advisory etc etc. Champagne cocaine ritalin. Kiss me on my mouth baby you're my vitamin. Look beyond the mess that we're both living in. Look beyond the mess because I'm giving in.
So I've put off writing a bio on here because I tend to lose track of what I'm writing and end up writing something completely different, but here it goes, let's see what I come up with.
Not even god can stop you now. Take off my hat, and give you a bow. She sang a sad, sad lullaby. I still hear her voice on sleepness nights. Baby now you're flying high, you're sailing far.
One step forward. Two steps sideways. If something's worth doing, better do it my way. Shiny black shoes, taking names making moves. Wallet full of money, paper to abuse.
Box full of matches, spark them light the blackness. The future's full of madness, I think we need some practice. I can be an actor you can be actress.
Jesus does'nt love me, so how can I love you. You tell me that you need me, but I don't think you do. Mother can't help me, I make my own mistakes.
I thought I'd share something with you all, that I think is particularly useful for students. Or those who work in an environment where they are required to memorise a large amount of information.
This morning------- Me; "I'm going to get some smokes, you want anything?" Tom; "Tomato juice, bagels, alka seltzer, oh and some chocolates for Jana" Me; "What am I, your personal shopper?" Tom;...
*16+ suggestive (slightly) Honey honey, tell me that you want me. I'll be a good boy, if you put your body on me. She said, Oh no, please let go. My boyfriend's waiting for me on the sofa at home.
Threw my dreams in a wishing well. And watched them disappear. If they came back I could never tell. But I'm still waiting here. Shared some love, lost some innocence. I wont get back again.
I've always been a bit sceptical about community spirit in general.
One silver watch for the time you could'nt keep. With a battered face and an alarm that never beeps. One dusty notebook full of blank pages. I've filled them now, it took me ages.
Things change they dont stay the same. So I roll the dice in life's cruel game. Hatred burns and sets me aflame. I prayed for solice and then she came. Everybody else is on different pages.
*inspired by @gazplend indie rock forever. Vintage guitars cry and howl sounds that soothe my brain. My body feels the music, so I cant feel the rain. Trigger fingers are itchy, they want to jam.
I watch the world's chaos on cold stoney steps. You pass by and our eyes connect. I'm John Doe and you're a Juliet. Romeo holds a frail hand that he protects. Your observant stare has me hypnotized.
Lost in apathy and giving in to ease, an eternal hole inside so painful it brings a grown man to his knees.
I used to breathe you in like familiar land. I know every landmark like the back of my hand. The secret place always warm and tender. To heat my bones, a broken heart mender.
I was born in the city. And that's where I was made. Grew up in the City. And that's where I get paid. Made my home in the city. In a house made of bricks. Learned some game in the city.
*I don't usually write stories because they're usually about people I know. Which would probably get me sued. But here's a piece of fiction inspired by random stuff...excuse my poor grammar.
Lacklustre days filled with erratic rain that stain my clothes. What today and tomorrow holds, I already know. I'm on a train to somewhere, for reasons unknown. On a crowded carriage I'm on my own.
He tucks his trousers into his boots. No shirts or ties he owns no suits. At the crack of dawn he's half awake, he hits the gym for heavy weights.
*Excuse my typos, it's late. Welcome to the new age of living. Self sufficient taking more than giving. The new age of plastic and cold metal chains that spin and blind.
That's life, that's what people say. I'm a little unstable, get out my way. I'm staring at the moon, I lost April and May and now I'm stuck in June. That's life, as dull as it seems.
Your skinny waste my hands will grip, I'll brace my palms against your hips and lift you up to the fading sun. Soak it up into your skin, lets shoot some pool I'll let you win.
@misslittleDHP Improv challenge. Years have passed since we sat under the apple tree your fingers locked in mine. On christmas eve you were gone with the wind, you never said goodbye.
Walking around town and I see you there. Skinny girl with the golden hair. You look my way and your green eyes flare. I look back with a knowing glare. I brace myself for your attack.
@eddie12309 Improvisation challenge. I've always thought the grass was greener on the other side. Now I'm here I doubt I'll make it out alive. I'm walking on the broken shells of a hundred eggs.
The writing's been on the wall since the day that I was born. I tried to choose a path but both my head and heart are torn. I try to clean the wreckage of the mess that I have made.
We're both drifting apart I'll give you a head start But if you leave before I wake, I wont take it to heart. This is the third time you've said goodbye. The third time you've cut all ties.
We're caged in by six tall buildings. Sun glinting. Two pairs of eyes I'm shielding. I stand still and listen to confused silence. Rushing suits jostle my shoulder. That's white collar violence.
In a cut throat city on a winters day. A young boy I knew went and lost his way. Little Noah with the grin, his nickname. He'll pinch your wallet, he has no shame. He's a shady runt. Or so they say.
I am, the rule breaker. The dice shaker. The unconventional vindicator. I am, the imperceptible. I know I'm unacceptable. You're all so very sensible. My ways are not amendable.