the pains of being pure at heart

cupcakes hehe

‘awkward ” text messages hehe

buying camels

smoking camels

throwing away un smoked paul malls

happy days

sad nights

happy nights

sad days

giant house

little mind

used ‘ american apparel’ sweaters

shoplifted bow ties from ‘the gap ‘

‘awkward’ phone ringing

assholes who talk too much and ‘annoy’ too much

talking with people in a social situation

feeling cool

feeling european

feeling asian

feeling american

going home

going to sleep

feeling tired

feeling stupid

feeling ‘awkward’

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

feeling empty

enjoying  life with a very  mild enthusiasm

smoking marlboros

green is gay

gold is power

watching youtube

feeling alone

walking to buy some food

feeling hungry

drawing on my walls

feeling like a ‘ little asshole kid’

getting ‘ excited’ when somebody calls me or texts me

feeling like a ‘ dumbshit’

acting like an ‘asshole’ saying ‘ i don’t give a shit’

feeling like a lil sissy with a  ‘pure heart’ at night

feeling straight edge

cupcakes

asain eyes

american eyes

european eyes

red eyes

messy room

messy bed

clean clothes

One Comment

  1. Posted October 30, 2009 at 9:04 pm | Permalink

    i think this poem should start with the last ‘feeling empty’ and the lines under that exclusively


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