About my Blog son

Okay, so I'm no professional blogger but, i think I'm pretty freaking interesting, sike. But for real I find cool shit on the interweb everyday now i can have it all in one place, right alongside the randomness that is my life... Be forewarned there will be an excessive amount of profanity at times, that's just how I feel



On vacation seeing so many couples it's sickening.. I'm not hating, just wondering why I have to wait...

She watches silently
From the Back of the class, the bar, the bench courtside at the park
as everything she isn't seems to catch his eye.
Watches as his friends leave him to mend his broken heart each time a piece goes missing.
Watches him shatter into a million pieces like a glass Bluejay, that was a little too eager to join his brothers in the sky.
This last time she counted, 3,400,382.
An observer of his sanity and pride faltering like the facade of an abused project building.
She hates this feeling, the knot in her chest everytime he passes by with another scavenger perched on his arm, looking to take a piece of him for herself.
Ties itself tighter everytime the pain behind his eyes grown stronger...
She longs to be his crutch, the one who retrieves and repairs his pieces, transforming the worthless shards of a stained glass soul into a mosiac of their lives.
Show him it's okay to be broken sometimes, but if it feels like you let a bull with a billion dollar smile and legs that go on for miles, run loose in the china shop of your heart, maybe you should close up for a while...

Still not finished