Shake me like a polaroid mixture, hey ya…3:07 Jul 18th, 2012 | 0 notes
I love being told when Im wrong. When we’re too stubborn, arrogant and ego minded in the moment to see how wrong we are, i love it when someone completely gob smacks me and shows me i am. Your whole brain disconnects, and then if your man enough to admit it, you go forth. The flip side is coming to terms with two things. One, if you honestly try and do the right thing and do whats best for the ones around you, everything works out, right? Eh. Two, you’re selfish and do you, do you to the fullest and the realest, how does that effect everyone else? Who knows. I find myself with my head between your foot and a hard place. Kind of like scrambled eggs, that are made of bricks, in the shape of bricks… and they feel like bricks. Im walking on the egg shells, i don’t wanna disrupt anything. But at a time when i’m told to stay ‘lax, lax has been the only thing I have been lately. Feeling like i’ve been relaxed for four months now and i don’t wanna relax anymore. I’m half assign my self and better yet my integrity, i wanna light the fuse, stand back with my fingers in my ears and watch my life explode right in front of my eyes. Everything else is a temporary tease with an ever growing un-satifsfying urge to achieve, simply, more. More is what I’m looking for. I’m also looking for a little less, but more would be nice too. With eggs, thats it. -FS
Awake6:48 May 24th, 2012 | 0 notes
You search yourself and don’t see a thing. All that’s left, is his offering. You cast a net and hope to catch what you had spent and she had lacked. Her muma cries, she strips him down, the chair that broke falls to the ground. She leans him in to kiss his chin, his burnt brown locks, her heart spread thin. The prince is dead for all to see, everything that wasnt me. House of hearts come down so I can see my fair lady’s he breathes for me. Handcuffed to the stars from overseas, and there’s nothing more. And I, want to find me. All this time has been nothing more than growing pains, I won’t accept what I can’t change. I’ve been made to see, that the rug we cut was more than luck, I’ve lost touch with yours and my reality. So pinch me.
I heard a knock from down the stairs, I can’t afford what’s she’s selling. Our bodies sprawled across the floor, she kicks, we toss, we still need more. Distiller by snow in great white plains, across a map not much has changed. We pay the man to be amazed with smiles that last for days and days. The sheep had doubt but I lost count, their laced with color, I’m all out. And I, want to find me. All this time has been nothing more than problem free, missleaded bent poetry. I’ve been born to see that the rug we cut was more than luck, I’ve lost touch of yours and my reality. Reality, you defy me - FS
ON AND ON12:31 May 17th, 2012 | 0 notes
Keep going, keep going, and going. Breathe, brush your knee’s off. Keep going, keep going. One more song, one more meal, one more smile, keep going and on, and on
Wendy9:00 May 1st, 2012 | 0 notes
The white monstrosity came spinning around the corner faster than a cannonball, like a wagon without wheels, airborne. The horns sounded like an demonic orchestra making its final S.O.S. before the batteries die. And there you were, one adorable young train wreck, glaring at me with devilish eyes popping out their hammocks in your head. A ghost train off it’s tracks circling the parking lot with six of your friends. You all got out like clowns in a go cart from the most fucked up carnival on earth. The smell of nicotine and liquor hung on like a child afraid of losing his mum in a crowded room. And through all the darkness, sour smiles, and imperfections of the night you were glowing and drawing a picture for my frame in your mind. Pupils scanning me head to toe faster that any machine I’d seen at any terminal. Judging eyes, I would have just preferred the strip search. So there we all were. Strangers in the night, exchanging glances. Laughing about one another’s flaws and insecurities, and how fucked up we all were, forgetting the sand storm on wheels that brought us together in the first place. “Loose cannon” printed on your forehead and I loved it. Yet all I want to do is lick my hand and rub the definition off. Your everything I love to hate, make me levitate. So why am sitting here itching to be near you? What I would give to see your back arched and me pulling your hair behind it. Might as well live, and let live. Lost soul’s, killing time, to live and let live. - FS
Im Building The World You Want To Visit8:06 May 1st, 2012 | 0 notes
And you can come and go anytime you please… - FS
Weightless9:32 Apr 20th, 2012 | 0 notes
I wake up from my dreams. But I’m still fast asleep. The sun shows me the new trees, and lights the ground around me. I beg and pray for rain, to make the season change. To see you is to want you, but I can’t steal or own you. The place that I call home. I’m right where I belong. ‘Cus heaven or hell won’t take me, but rest assured, I’ll see you at the in-between. Our bones that touch have sparked something. It seems the hate in all love dies, if you love someone behind your eyes. I’ll see you at the in-between, our bones that rust have found something. It seems the hate in all us dies, if we love ourselves behind our eyes. So home, the place that I call home, I’m right where I belong. And I am weightless.
Honest enough to write about it1:33 Apr 18th, 2012 | 1 note
If money an smiles make the world go round then why do they buy and sell lies by the pound? Shop till you drop then spend a little more, leave all your dignity, worth and originality at the door. If seeing this world made me more of a man, someone give the boy inside the next part of the plan. If you stop telling lies about me, I’ll stop telling the truth about you; face. Busted up my head then fly right back to Wellington. Vegas lights tonight have got me seeing what’s right for two nights. Two nights. Uno dos, is all it took to straighten your mask and the friend it shook. I’ll try and count faster, make it one to three, but the face in front of me sure ain’t the same face it used to be. Children of the sun let down your hair so i can climb the golden stairs, and with that you’ve seen me, replaced me, forgotten me- cause the glow around us ain’t always what it’s cracked up to be. But this little deranged mind of mine, I’m gunn a let it shine like a run on stenence with no beat or end because rules were made to broken and grammar could be one of them so when I say what I mean act as i do don’t question my motives or the life I pursue, breathe, next, rest, next, success is just a dream, a flick on the silver screen I may have seen, snitch please. I love my life, I love my dreams, i love the things that aren’t what they seem. I love my bed and the brown furry head that lays next to it. I love the ups and even more the downs, the tears that left me and the ones that escaped thee. I embrace something when it hits me enough to make me cry, because not many things out there make it worth it to die. All this in twenty one years? Dust of my shoes, head high, smile eye to eye, once again try. Love the message, spread it and the person that led you to it, they can steal it, change it or try and make sense of it, this is just the head of a British git, who loved his life more than you and was honest enough to write something about it. - FS
Don’t miss the crash when we collide1:28 Apr 18th, 2012 | 0 notes
Here’s a crazy thought. Somewhere in the world right now the person your going to spend your life with is out there living their life too. Working a dead end job, or running a marathon, maybe smearing paint around a canvas. They’re out there right now and you guys may not know this yet, but your going to give everything to each other someday. There’s a girl out there for me somewhere that’s going to one day become my reason for breathing. Life is funny like that. I’ve only loved someone once. At least I think thats the case. Not sure wether they loved me back or not, but I’ve only felt that hurt one time so I’ll drop my eggs in that basket. And for a while I put up a wall, set my guards up, those guys have my back. No girl stood a chance. And for a while it worked for me, and it was enough to know I cared about someone a lot, with as much as I could give. But having ammunition doesn’t save you, it just gives you a false sense of security. There comes a time when thats not enough anymore. And I made life decisions. I decided I wasn’t going to love anything just half way anymore. Not my life, not my career, and certainly not my princess. I made a lot of changes last year. I gave up a lot, I left behind a lot. But for better and for worse, in sickness and in health I earned so much more. I took a leap of faith and I never looked back, and I never have. Many people say they live with no regret. Many people also say they live for the moment. But I can actually say with everyone red and white blood cell in my body that I do. I gave myself to the universe and said “you know me better than me, you know what I want. So let’s go, your move”. Now I found myself somewhere between Texas and Mexico living for today, the best day ever, but paying respect to tomorrow. Which will be the best day ever. Two thousand ten. Twenty one and still learning. Sixteen different schools. A hundred beds, floors and homes. Forty Eight States. Thirty Countries. To many flights to count. Hundreds and thousands of people to perform for. A million photos stilled in time forever. More miles then around the moon and back. My whole life turned into one giant to do list with each line waiting it’s turn to be crossed off. Only problem was I crossed off the whole list before I turned twenty. So I’ve got some new to do’s now. And finding you is one of them. And until then I’ll be doing my thing, right here, while we do yours. Falling in love is the only other thing I want to check out before I check out. So miss, can i call you miss? Wherever you are. Singing in your car, painting your nails, or watching trashy reality TV. I hope you’ll be ready. And I hope you have a smile that brings me to my knees. And a laugh that makes us stomp our feet in the streets. Because I’ve spent to much time just settling for the right person that I’m finally ready for the right person. I haven’t been with anyone in a year. And believe me I may be as impatient as they come, but the feeling to know that any second you could suddenly appear, I’ll drink to that. And I’m telling you, I’m not going anywhere. You may have think you’ve seen them all but you haven’t seen me. And your… You’re gunna love me.
See you there,
trust me, i dare you1:24 Apr 18th, 2012 | 0 notes
I never realized how much I lie. Let me re-phrase that. I didn’t realize till recently how much I “bullshit”. I guess sometimes it’s easy for us to just go with the flow though. And part of that is “bullshitting”. If I’m in line at the post office and the gentlemen in front of me turns around and wants to ask me or lecture me about my tattoo’s sometimes I will want too. But other times it’s easier to just tell someone what they want to hear and just get it over with. This goes for everything. If someone wants to know your opinion on a new movie, half the time you begin to tell them and they don’t agree, so that sparks a never ending list of question’s they have that will somehow transform the conversation into a “so what you’re saying is you don’t believe that we came from monkeys?” “Wait a second, you would rather eat white bread than whole wheat?”. And maybe that says a lot about my character. Maybe I’m a coward on some levels for not wanting to be true to my word. But really that cannot be the case because I’m more than willing to exercise my opinions and or represent my beliefs when I deem them necessary. I would just like to be able to decide when to the pull the trigger on whose going to be on the receiving end of that conversation. And the majority of time thats not the guy at the post office, or the female immigration officer at U.S. customs. So in other words, I’m completely full of shit. I’m total bullshit. - FS
And for my first trick…2:58 Apr 17th, 2012 | 1 note
Anytime you meet a stranger, we’re all secretly waiting for them to pull a rabbit out their hat. It’s not that I’ve become bored of meeting people. I’m not a lifeless arrogant prick or a hipster from Williamsburg that thinks I’m god given interest on a cracker. I just really long to be “wow’d” by someone new. I’m not talking love necessarily, though that would be nice. I’m talking straight conscious altering, fantastic conversation. Something truly new and unfashioned. I started this not to vent, but simply to write. I’ve also got a few more tricks up at least one sleeve. - FS