my little jazzy

night is where we come

we kiss & tell under the roof of a fucked up convenience store

we eat chips and share a bottle of water

just to get the chance to hang out longer

we get out and walk a few steps

talk and talk while you're standing on an elevated area of the gutter

we laugh and look at the stars

say something similar and laugh

because we thought of the same idea

when the cabs start to come and go

midnight reaches its dawn

you take a ride and kiss me goodbye

gave me a reason to wait for my bleak future

a poem so bad as shit

can't do anything right

just want you to know that i get mentally twisted when i say i love you

life is hell death is heaven

neglected. unappreciated. a failure.

Just how long do you think you can last in this kind of life?

a mouthful of trash in your face

maybe more than i can handle

and all i was asking was to at least end the day with a bright note, but it did not.

what i got was a kick in the face.

today, was like yesterday, it ended with another kick in the face.

getting back on my feet seem so hard this days

just imagine how a string of 2 bad days brought me down.

ever imagined how important tomorrow is?

do i get to quit this time or again someone will pull me at my last moment and bring me back to hell?

so, tell me how are you going to play hell?

how long will you last?

3 days? 4 days? a week? a month?

this ain't about school as some may think of, its life in every sense of the word

walk walk walk

endless streets.

endless lines of streetlights.

a pair of worn out sneakers

a cold night.

a walking partner, holding the path to nowhere

stop by a convenience store and hangout outside with its bright lights behind you.

just like a rock concert with lights on the stage, only that its white

then go in try grab a free snack before you start walking again

run away and walk walk walk again.

i do fear wide roads though, but it won't stop me from walking.

la la la la la la la

dog chasing cars

'i'm like a dog chasing cars, i don't know what to do with one if i caught it.'

-joker

my problem is, what car am i chasing in life?

those badass flashy cars, that dies so fast?

or the simple ones?

which do I choose

hmmm?

fresh look

just want to be looking so unhappy

we're not emos (some would like to be one), but we're not. not one bit

it's just a word, a silly word.

a word everyone thought was cool. everyone fell in love with this word

i mean, who the hell would love to have serious problems when all along everyone envies them for they have this complete happy life.

oh, and don't associate SKINNY JEANS with this so-called emo thing, because i wear them and i'm not emo

Public Disturbance Announcement

having a new is just like having a new pair of shoes.

there is a tendency that you will wear it all everytime you go out

same with having a friend, fresh from meeting each other there's the feeling that you

might want to stay 10 minutes longer to have the opportunity to talk alone.

It just bothers me, when people think of it as something else.

Why can't they see that it's just plain excitement of meeting someone new.