Concluding...

There is no conclusion,

to this ongoing illusion,

that life will always be well.

It is hard to believe

that I could be reprieved,

from all of my immortal sin. 

When life is not well,

and sin is to sit for a spell,

I somehow know things will get better. 

To conclude with zeal,

I will let ya in on a deal.

Keep on flying.

When the Time Comes

Pulsating masturbating monkeys,

running in the minds of junkies. 

Thoughts are raped jungles,

chopped  up trees into bundles.
Burn the forest black,
don't let those monkeys back.

Vibrating stagnating cellphones,
which rattle the dead air in my bones.
Which shakes the hold of the friends in my mind.
Text messages with messages hard to find.
Absorb what is said by the not so frank.
Alcohol tastes so bad,
but it must be drank.

Distorted aborted ideas of pleasure.
The childhood days we played we treasure.
But those are meager memories.
It's pink writing in a suicide diary.
Our days aren't pure anymore.
There are other things than cartoons  that I now adore.

Blasting passing cannonballs of hate,
assessing the damage can wait,
because love is imminent.
I see the dissatisfaction, but that love is dominant.

Shoving loving into a plastic bag.
Ground up and placed in a zig zag.
Rolled up and hit.
This is some real dope shit.

Stalling bawling babies,
infected with rabies.
Our future is crazy.
Any look into it is hazy.

But turning burning stars,
Travel from their home very far,
hitting the atmosphere and flame.
Flashing fiery balls are not tame.
They destroy the landscape.
We are doomed without escape.

Dying crying people of the earth,
never expected the apocalyptic birth.
Doomsday has come and commenced.
Pack the graves, and pack them dense.
For, the world is done.
And there is no where to run.

Bending ending people of the human race.
The legacy left behind is a disgrace.
But it matters not,
for everything will be forgot.
Everything is doomed.

Everything

Everything

Dead.

For my friend TK

It's hard when I hear the number seventeen.  It's hard for me to believe in dreams. How can you, so close to me, never explain how far away you were?  It's a blur to me. My view has been corrupted. Cruising through life in an automobile, when all of the sudden the windshield cracks. I keep the foot on the pedal. I keep on going. I can see you through the spaces between the lines. I get to see the joy we shared. But nothing else is clear. Why did you have to go? Why couldn't you have said something, anything?

The answers are hidden. I will never know in this lifetime. That won't stop the curiosity. I will still be thinking of you. I even think I see you in the halls sometimes, or driving. Sometimes when I am in casual conversation, I start to tell a story about you thinking that I would be able to reminisce our memories once again. Then, I realize that I don't to get to see you again...

It hurts. I don't blame you though. I know you were hurting too. You were hurting more than most people can fathom. I just wish you would have told someone. I would have been there for you buddy. I've been there, and you could have just BEEN there today. You could be among all the ones who love you. You should have seen how many people shared their love for you, homie. I love you. I am glad that I have been blessed to know you. Keep an eye on all of us up there, TK. I love you.

When Life Wasn't too Joyous

I saw the second hand on the watch work counter clockwise.

The room began to shake and I was surprised.

When my mind went black,

I laid down and hit the sack. 

I woke up in 2009,

There was a reverse in time. 

All the happiness I had built up,

Had been put in a cell and shut.

Freshman year of high school.

I felt dumb and I felt like a fool.
Reliving life wasn't even living,
Pain and hurt gave their givings.
And I ran and hid.
Auctioned my soul to the highest bid.
Rid of me the burden.
Rid of me the past...

Introducing...

In some aspects, there is nothing new about words. They have been formed over thousands of years. They have been created in over 5,000 different languages. The only words never used are the words you conjure up in your mind but never write down because no one will ever know what you meant. Every word has been said. But it's not necessarily what you have said, but how you say it.

I have been talking for a while now. I don't quite know what I am even saying sometimes, but I think others do. And I'm glad that others understand what I say because I feel like I have a lot to say.

I've been through some difficult times. And one thing that has been a support through such times has been my words. Talking, writing, and listening. They're like eating, breathing, and sleeping. They are essential.

I enjoy words, especially writing them. So, I have taken a class called Writer's Workshop. In this class, we have been asked to create a blog about to things we love and blog frequently. I love the pursuit of happiness and writing. So, I venture on to write about pursuing my joys in life. I am Grant Gottschalk, and this is my blog.