it all makes me so sick!

Im going to take dog crap and rub it all over the doors of your work. Then every time i walk by ill spit my gum out. and ill take crap about you to your boyfreinds friends. Im going to be that kid who wants to hurt you who wants to make you the pain that i felt. I want to make you cry as you walk in center city.

I cant the only way for me to do that is for you to love your new boyfriend. madly love him. hate your self for any thing bad that you did. And want to hold on to him, even as your friends tell you to drop him. I want you think that he wants things to work. and then he needs to hurt you.

you may not believe me when i say this, but if that happend to you it would hurt me too. Caue you hurt case you your in love with him not cause you love me.

There is nothing i can do to hurt you like you hurt me.

I believed you and now i find myself in a strange place. im looking good and i feel good but im lost. alone and scare to love again. scared to be hurt. and it makes me sick to be this that guy. that sad sad man with a cold heart. i feel raw.

Hello i have become a hore... i always was.

I want you to know that i before you i had felt pain. In that way you were not the first.

from up above every thing looks sick

I saw two flys fucking today. They were so fat, and i could see the black hairs on the females body standing up like spines. that little male didn't care he grbbed that female and fucking rapped her. In the wild wild world of bugs cats and dogs. lions tigers and bears. sex isn't a joy.

then agin every sex isnt always a walk in the park. every time in the back of my mind is fear that i may get hurt, or get some fucked up std. I have yet to get an std. But every time i get a cold im srue that its HIV And yet i go out of my way to not get tested. Some timed not knowing is the best game plain.

Its nuts how much we think about sex. How much money we spend for it and the things and people that we fuck. I have gotten so use to letting people that i dont know fuck me that im ok with asking things like "are you going to be done soon, cause i have things i need to do" or "ok now what about me?"

I want to to fly up next time im getting fucked. i want to leave my body and look down at my self from above. see my lips as they wisper "i just want him to be over"

to the back of the line,

in 1996 on the frist day of school a school bus flipped over on the high way. many kids died and three would never walk again.











i have not thought about that day in years and i forgot about my friend who i dated for a week, his brother was one of the kids who was on that bus. his brother was one of the kids who never got to walk again. His brother died 6 years later.











In 2001 a kid in my school went to the train track and layed down with his legs up. he died that way, two days later a girl tied a rope to her neck and hung her self up to dry in her house. She died that way. The next week a boy blew his head off. and for the first time every one i knew started to see death as a answer.





Doing lines of pills and feelilng numb started to be the best way to live. With drinks they do wonders. Also pills are nice when you enjoy to cut names into your arm. And Wiskey helps with the burn.



in 2002 a friend of mine feel down and i was there she layed in a pool of her own blood with her dress up to her waist.

ways to hurt

In my underwear. im in my bed trying to forget all of the sounds outside my window. I the sweat and piss is starting to make my eyes burn.

I have found my self once again in the same place i was last year. fuck. Im overcome by the want to give up and let go. crap my pants and lay in it.

I cant help but think that i hope that you and every one you love gets fucked over. I hope that you can understand that you gave me the power cause Im at my best when i can hate my self. wach me rock at this.

im going to layin bed and think about what could have been and how great it was and how fucked up every thing is now. Im going to stay up all nigh tell 7am doing coke with friends and think about how much it would kill you to see me this fucked up. Im going to black out at gay bars and not care how i got home.

I think i care more that im sad and lost laying in my dirty underwear. I wish I could say that you would care that im sad today or that i can't stop drinking. I wish i could hurt you and make you cry. I wish you could feel what i feel inside.

Truth is i do know how to hurt you. i know just what to say. but i can't. I can't cause it would hurt me to much to let you know the truth.

its not fair

i saw a photo of the two of you together, the other night after a few to many drinks. he looks yonger then i thought that he would look. you looked happy. Fuck. The two of you sitting out side your place, and im sure that your cat was eating grass.

that was me once. looking at my Mr. in love.

you had reasons to leave me, reasons that you didn't know. I'll never tell.

ill share this with you, a thought that i had. I was looking at this guy, an older guy. you know me. he had a cock like the works that you never see. think and long. nice nuts. and eyes like glass. he came and i did what all boys do i drank it up. I don't know this man, and as he stands up he looks at me with those eyes, and he tells me that ill soon have a boyfriend.

this hits me and as i walk home i want to die. and then the rain comes. like out of a movie it comes back to me.

in the days before i sucked cock or had three ways i was a young boy walking home in the rain from work. i was in love and he didn't love me and i wanted to die. then rain was falling hard and in my anger i let myself cry.

It was then that i looked down. the grown and side walk was moving with hundres of earth worms.

thats the only reason ill tell you that you had to leave me.

death of the cheese crisp.

as a child i was given a gift. a tortilla baked with cheese. cut up like a pizza and eaten as is. some will eat this wonderful dish with hot sauce or salsa. others, kids dont like to fuck it up. What better thing for you then a tortilla with cheese, and this dish didn't have any tomatos or hot things or any thing green. It was the best.

I was talking to friends the other day and i found out that this dish is only made in the south west. I cant get this dish here in Philadelphia. I don't know what to do.

So much in the east is new to me.

The way people act what they eat and how they dress.

i found out that young gay men don't think that they should walk each other home or open the door for each other. they see this as some this for a man to do for a woman. not some thing that you do to should some one that you care. that you want to get to know each other.

How can it be that young gay men cant see that this has nothing to do with what a man does for a woman, fuck that the way to think that its what you do for some one you love and care about.

I want some one that i want to walk home to make sure they are safe. And i have a right to a man that gets the door for me.

and I want my cheese crisp back.

flowers and candy

i had this idea when i was 13teen. i would find a love and we kiss under the apple tree, its flowers looking down on us. I would the kind of love that would make you cry. We would lay in bed and never want to get out.

I didnt get that kind of love.

I have not been kissed unders a flower tree, or layed in bed for days.

I dont know what i found, but i did cry.

one day ill live my dream, and ill let go of some of this hate.

I hate you for what you did, and i hate him.

I was sad and had my dreams of love and you fucked that up! Now i know the truth and i understand that love, gay love can never be sweet not with poop on your dick.

I hope that some one takes your dreams away, puts them into a bag and runs away in the night. I want you to under stand what it is that i lost.

I was 19teen and fucked up and would cut names into my arm, did you know that? Did you know that I tryed to kill my self? Did you know that i would take rocks and hit myself with them. I could have died, i was the one who made up my mind to get better. i was the one who stopped cutting my self. That was me.

Im going to be the one that will have to kiss myself under that fucking tree.