A rectal finish

I'm already gone

What I Never Unerstood Til Now

continuing each day to yearn for the old
allowing pain and hurt to overcome a reopened heart
intertwined withing the bowels of my soul hope is destroyed
telophase never occurring preventing new growth
life questioned and devalued to senseless acts
indeed the sun shall rise, wind shall blow
numb emotions begin to melt

deep, is the sleep I have lost
inevitable depression overwhelms
dodging the truth i refused to accept

youthful acts only increase
occupying an empty mind
under misanthropic duress

collectively actions cease to arouse response
admitting what is false becomes apparent
trim excess psuedo which clog thought processes
churn the butter which saturates life
hope overcomes and endures, receiving a fresh breath

misery falls victim to optimism
yellow as the shimmer of Egyptian treasure

a new page forcefully turned
chapters bare with future accounts
rhythms synchronizing as ebbs flow
overtures announce revolutionary age
silence becomes silent as mute eyes sense
tainted animosity recycled into glee exfoliates existence
indescribable
creation

by me, josh b



ago unify it row

For good?

Best. Day. Ever Pt. 1

I actually put myself out on a limb. A limb which has a history of breaking beneath my weight, causing myself to fall catastrophically and injuring each and every fiber within me. For the past 3 or so months I did not get my hopes up for anything. I anticipated nothing, wished for nothing, and did not pray for a single thing. As a result, I wars relativity safe, still damaged, but safe nevertheless. Was the an abundance of happiness in my life or daily routines for that fact, no. So when my best friend Bobby me asking if I wanted to accompany him to the Georgia Dome for the SEC Championship game between Alabama and Florida, I replied with a skeptical yes. When the words left his mouth I was instantly excited, however, just as quickly as the coup of excitement was aroused it was suppressed by years upon years of disappointment. Each day I wanted to bring it up and make plans for the event, go out and buy fan gear, and just to get amped. Rejecting my pithy desires I turned to work. The day arrived and to my shock, well rather glee, everything was a go. The ride up to the dome was quick. We found a lovely parking space inside the Hilton parking garage. From there, we began our walk to the stadium. In cold we walked, passed a weird black man name Ricky who gave us directions, and even through a parade, for we did not come to watch a parade, but a football battle. Although we were not assured in how to arrive at our location, we did so with extreme haste. Arriving at ESPN College Game Day in time to see them make their pick as to who would win the afternoon's match up. The verdict: Alabama. From there we made out way over to Fan Fare. A collection of booths and activities awaited us, along with a plethora of sports fanatics. Each booth received a portion of our time as we stopped and partook in the events. As we were about to leave we happened upon a face painting booth. 14 dollars was their asking price, as it seemed a bit high we continued on. As the two of us got to thinking and debating our decision in our head, be found ourselves in line for our chance to become covered in our chosen team's colors. Ecstatic we walked out with out heads held high and painted. We were quick to notice the confused expressions upon the faces of each passerby. Several even stopped us and as to take our picture. Bashfully we accepted and a small sense of individuality and glee began to grow. In this mass of people, there were few who could claim a rival as a best friend, and do so without harboring any ill will or malicious feelings. Hearing cheers from behind me, caused me to turn and walk toward them. I could not see what all the fuss was about, I made my way through dense brush and jump up upon a cement ledge, looking down I saw the Alabama players walking into their locker rooms. I was surprised to be filled with excitement and feel my heart race. Normally when my eyes fall upon opponents I become hardened and wish plagues fall down on them. This was not the case, and even more joy filled me. I quickly pulled out my cell phone and recorded the players movements. My joy had hardly began to wane as Bobby and I were approached by a camera crew. We learned they were from ESPN and wanted to record a video with Bobby in the middle of Gator fans, who were pretending to be our family members. The segment was recorded and fun was had by all. Following the recording Bobby and I were approached by several newspaper reporters who found our friendship intriguing and hurriedly snapped off photographs of the two of us. Once the paparazzi had received their fill, we made our way into the stadium to find our seats. To my horror, I discovered to be sitting in the midst of Ablabam fans. Practically my entire seating section was crimson. Being a true Gator I reached out to those around me and started up converstations. To my surprise I discovered they were pretty cool people.

Cobain

words can not express
R.I.P.