From my creativity page

Kisses

The connection was fierce, it was fiery and true
Too bad this connection came after our lips were through.
(Too bad this connection left me Black and Blue!
This next one was gentle, loving and full
But she snatched my credit cards, cash and red bull.
I had one so amazing it make my heart leap
Till after she forgot about me in a week.
There was one so electric, my soul lit on fire
But she raided my weed stash and called me a liar.
But One was so magnificent, that when it was done,
My energy synchronized with the golden sun
My life had meaning, like it just had begun…
But she shot my heart with her sawed-off shotgun.
See kisses are beautiful, wondrous and new,
But wariness can be the strongest of virtues.
And sooner or later if you decide not to choose,
One of these kisses could be one that kills you.

I slip in and out of verse

I slip in and out of verse, ive noticed this when i started typing my thoughts down not too long ago. I noticed that when i write in my document titled CREATIVITY PAGE my head will want to translate its inklings into song, verse, poetry.

Its crazy how the mind does that, why i wonder. I seem to ask that question a lot.

ew, blogging

im a blogger now? goddamn i was hoping it wouldnt come to this, but it seems appropriate. and i dont think ill share this address with anyone any time soon, so i wont have to worry about the cheesyness. blogging.

wtf is blogging. this is a chronicling of thoughts, a board where i can share my natural springs of inspiration with myself and not have to worry about having them being stolen and lost forever.

but i can just as easily do that through email. lets be honest dustin, just in case you ever have something absolutely revolutionary, you want to have it here, so just in case someone can stumble on it, or just in case you want to share it with the world.

This is my stream of consciousness blog. this blog will have no meaning at times and wondrous poetic revolution at others. this message is not for me. i already know all this. this is for anonymous who may step in here, this is for the person who stumbles and asks him or herself why.

i cant write anything else, i have so much already down... but not a whole lot.

i am afraid. i am afraid of reactions, i have been since i was small. haters will hate, i think that is all... i heard that somewhere, not in so many words. you may hear it from teachers, friends, or rappers, you might hear it from someone you dont even know, but that doesnt make it any less beautiful.