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Dirty Ratty Converse
By someone who looks totally normal
These pages, though not many, are me. The many faces of me totally rough around the edges and more than a little off. These are the places I have been, the things I have seen, and the people I have known. These are not your typical happy writings. They are dark. They are cynical. They are angry. And they are my better memories, as told through my poetry, my random r amblings, quotes from my memorable moments, and the doodles I did along the way. Along with my loves and my losses, my angst, my aggression, and my apathy. 1. My dirty, ratty, ripped-up converse 2. Zombies on WA 3. Your guilt defines you 4. Tattoo 5. More of the same old shit 6. Welcome to Hell 7. Guess where you are now 8. Ducky and the ducks 9. Just the Ducks 10. The Laughing Man 11. Still Laughing 12. Bleach 13. I’m honestly surprised how well this came out 14. HARDER 15. Fuck You June 16. Sanctuary 17. The break up 18. Or lack thereof 19. God 20. The Devil 21. A Mormon 22. There's a Picture here I swear*
My dirty, ratty, ripped-up converse. I will never throw them away. They have carried me through the good times, as well as the bad. They have been with me through love and pain. They have seen the best and worst sides of me and are the only things that have never left me through any of it. They are faded and torn. The rubber is cracked and peels away with ease. And still they carry me with the unconditional love that only they can give me and I can return to only them.
My dirty ratty converse
I hate it here. Everything is cold, And dead, And rotten. Just like us. (Zombies on Washington in the Fall)
Punk ducky
The Ducks There are ducks in the fountain. Six of them swim together. The lone one is shunned. The seem happy enough Until...Oh no.. The seagulls are invading. They squawk at the ducks. The ducks hurry to the edge of the fountain And hop out. There they sit, Talking over their situation. All except the lone duck, Left alone by the seagulls, Still swimming about. The ducks have decided Not to take the seagulls shit, And hop back into the fountain. They quack at the seagulls, Who swim to the other side, And leave the ducks alone. Its seems as if everything Will be peaceful again in the fountain. But what’s this!?!?! There is now a new ducky Floating ever closer to the ducks. They don’t trust it. Something about this ducky just isn’t right, But what could it be?
Its dark I’m tied down I can’t see I can’t move Sitting in a corner A dark corner I can only know The waters dripping Drop by drop On my forehead I’d say I’m going crazy But I probably went crazy A long time ago The words Clawed into the wall By invisible hands Bleed And scream At me Their torture Perhaps it is my blood Perhaps it is yours Perhaps the laughing man In the corner Knows But he won’t tell me Why did you leave Was it by choice Or did they take you Perhaps he knows where you've gone Perhaps he’s been there Perhaps he’s crazy just like me Perhaps I’ve been there And just don't remember
It seems I don't remember much At all I don't know Where I am Or how I got here Or who I am Or even who you are I just know That you’re gone And the man I cant see him I can only imagine What he looks like Sitting there In the corner Holding his knees To his chest Rocking back And forth In the corner And laughing Just laughing Or maybe he’s not laughing Maybe he’s not even real Maybe I’m laughing Maybe this is all in my head Maybe I’m in my head No. That’s ridiculous. The very thought makes me laugh.