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pensfan4lfe:

Round 1: Blues vs Blackhawks

Let the hate flow. Go Hawks!!

pensfan4lfe:

Round 1: Blues vs Blackhawks

Let the hate flow. Go Hawks!!

Sterile

Sun breaks through
glass,
reminiscent of the womb
Enshrining you like
the first and last
9 months of sterile,
melodic silence
Muffled words peppered
in between
Daylight enchants
psyche,
Mental supply and demand
Moonlight’s beauty
becomes too much to
take
Sleep
envies reflections
92 million
miles away 

grunge-cobain:

fur you!

20 years gone. I remember my dad playing Nirvana when I was pretty young, it was something I loved as a a kid. The chaoticness of certain songs, the beauty of the others, it was awesome to me. As I got older I learned more about him, the guy a lot of people wrote as whiney, some junkie scum, or a piece of shit that abandoned his family. Which still bothers me to read people pass their drivel about anyone with mental health issues and/or drug issues. “He had it all! He threw away his life! How can you be that miserable with all that was given to you!” I never obviously knew the man outside of books, his music, or videos I’ve seen of him, but as I grew older and went to school for creative writing, I heard something in his writing that you only get to if you’ve opened up the darkest, most territorial part of your soul. We all have it. Whether we want to share it is another thing. Listen to any song and the lyrics as well as his vocals accompanied by the music, they tell a story of a guy that cared, was empathetic, compassionate; a guy who couldn’t take the way humans treat each other and more so a person that didn’t love himself coupled with depression. It’s hard to listen to sometimes despite how perfectly he conveyed it. What I think most people don’t get about Kurt Cobain was how much of a role model he was to a lot of people. He was a feminist (Nirvana played quite a few shows to benefit rape victims) and he was an advocate for gay rights, tackling issues revolving around masculinity as well as homophobia. The man behind the music was more intriguing. There hasn’t been a musician like him since. It’s interesting how many people love a man they never knew on a personal level. He was an amazing person. The greatest thing he taught a few younger people was empathy. You still have meaning for all the right reasons. May wherever you are be the the peace you were searching for. You are loved.

grunge-cobain:

fur you!

20 years gone. I remember my dad playing Nirvana when I was pretty young, it was something I loved as a a kid. The chaoticness of certain songs, the beauty of the others, it was awesome to me. As I got older I learned more about him, the guy a lot of people wrote as whiney, some junkie scum, or a piece of shit that abandoned his family. Which still bothers me to read people pass their drivel about anyone with mental health issues and/or drug issues. “He had it all! He threw away his life! How can you be that miserable with all that was given to you!” I never obviously knew the man outside of books, his music, or videos I’ve seen of him, but as I grew older and went to school for creative writing, I heard something in his writing that you only get to if you’ve opened up the darkest, most territorial part of your soul. We all have it. Whether we want to share it is another thing. Listen to any song and the lyrics as well as his vocals accompanied by the music, they tell a story of a guy that cared, was empathetic, compassionate; a guy who couldn’t take the way humans treat each other and more so a person that didn’t love himself coupled with depression. It’s hard to listen to sometimes despite how perfectly he conveyed it.
What I think most people don’t get about Kurt Cobain was how much of a role model he was to a lot of people. He was a feminist (Nirvana played quite a few shows to benefit rape victims) and he was an advocate for gay rights, tackling issues revolving around masculinity as well as homophobia.
The man behind the music was more intriguing. There hasn’t been a musician like him since. It’s interesting how many people love a man they never knew on a personal level. He was an amazing person. The greatest thing he taught a few younger people was empathy.

You still have meaning for all the right reasons. May wherever you are be the the peace you were searching for. You are loved.

78 Fahrenheit

Surrender to gray skies
wash ourselves in gasoline
indifferent as Summer wind
Just one miracle before we
Erode and
Fadefadefade

Prosaic

To the prosaic youth
My obscenities through
language, actions,
and near death
are now worth it’s
weight in
  gold
Passion sucked
through the skull
9 to 5
Imagination taken
from me during classes
Fighting to retain it
Every word
a blessed step
toward inner madness
This is yours
I am not special
I do not seek forgiveness
My mind will not gray
It’s a never ending
ubiquitous fight with
pestilence that grows
as we age

I miss the
feel of midnight concrete
still tepid from 10 to 12 hours
of daylight
I do not
miss
never
  knowing

how to
place feelings on paper
   instead of repetitive

anger
Modern, traded for empathy

Play The Part

As a child I as unimpressed
he walked on water
Unimpressed he turned
water into wine,
a hobo’s alchemy
Fasted forty days,
healed the blind,
and by-passed the grave
still unimpressed
His regard for the weak,
the Poor, sinners, and the
unconsidered,
a true masterpiece
Fable or real
stop using a symbol of compassion
as your machine
for hate

Today

My cat slowly
blinks while watching me
in between periods of
cleaning
Later she will
kill a mouse
and I will sleep
Tomorrow is Friday