Jomul7

January 27th 2013

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Street lights

Blue lights

Yellow lights

Red lights

I swear I will jump over the edge

The moon is shining

Like a lonesome lamp in the dark night

While a ring of rainbow tries to cheer Her up

Remind me to stop asking

A sick person how he/she is doing

I keep waiting for them say

I want a shot of happiness

To take those meds with

My job requirements are:

Do.not.fuck.up

Have a caring, bleeding heart

Smooth and deep voice

Dexterous fingers

And last but hot least

Do.not.fuck.up

Dude, I make my own happiness

The first sound humans emit is pain

Because language always slips up

Whenever we apply to describe pain

So like I said

Dude, make your own happiness.

Posted at 11:00pm and tagged with: poetry, spilled ink, personal, creative writing, work, life,.

January 23rd 2013

Reblogged from kateoplis|526 notes

kateoplis:

The joys of fishing, Corey Arnold

before you get fish on the table,…

Posted at 6:18am and tagged with: fishing, livelihood, job, work,.

January 17th 2013

1 note

I don’t want to be gently pushed

into this night of madness

that is slowly wrapping my people

I refuse the smiles and the bows

to assure me that everything is all right

with me and with the world I live in

while they slide gently the knife in my back

draining me day by day

of all that made me who I am

leaving me wearing a mask which pleases them

so all I ask of you my friend

is to take my life

before they rob me of myself

and you wouldn’t have to search

for me in this empty gaze

Posted at 7:21pm and tagged with: spilled ink, poetry, personal, work, society, life, yes you should be paranoid,.

December 20th 2012

7 notes

Work isn’t just cold and shivering

It will rattle your spine

And drain bits and pieces of you

Until you return home to your heat

Where the warmth of a meal

And the warmth of a smile

Will bring back light in your eyes

And a swing in your steps.

But when light and swing don’t come

Find the back door to your heat

And stand a moment in eternity

Let the winds of the Past blow past you

While you grow new limbs

To support the giant you are becoming

Another marvel of Nature

Chiseled beautifully to withstand storms

That every new day brings.

Posted at 8:26pm and tagged with: spilled ink, poetry, creative writing, I have missed you tumblr but gotta pay those bills, personal, work, home, life,.

June 11th 2012

Reblogged from storyofalioness|1,633 notes

Ellen Goodman (via extracurriculareducation)

Normal according to Western standards, and even when I say western standards not everyone in Europe or America lives like this, I think “normal” just might be the most dangerous word ever.

Posted at 11:20pm and tagged with: perception, others, self, property, poverty, job, normal, work,.

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Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for – in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.

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