Shhh, don't say that

Transitions—
I’m a poison of sorts,
I don’t know exactly why.
Not serious enough;
At times—to serious.
Talent,
Desire,
Talent,
Retreat.
Ideas lots and lots of idea.
Tracking?
I’d like to see myself on my own before to long—
That is impossible.
I enjoy people, for the wrong reasons it seems.
I’m not blind, I see it all t clearly—that’s my defect.
Hiding, I’m becoming real good at not being found—
In. Plain. Sight.
Interruptions, everything— an interruption.
Feelings are fleeting.
Stop.
Don’t.
Choose.
What are you doing autumn?
Carrying around all this weight.
I’ll sale it to you, I’m fine.
You’ll buy it, left to assume.
We all bend,
we all over scrutinize,
we all try to call the bluff—when we care to.
Call my bluff.
Call. My. Bluff.

Kowing is half the battle.

Give me Something Real

Are you going?

19 and Jaded, something a mess.

I’m turning my days into the worst of my enemies,

I survive them with a melted mind, all the motions I’ve committed to memory.

I can do it all with both eyes closed.


Oh the Formalities of a wasted mind.

Oh the formalities of a wasted mind.

Let me alone, please let me alone.

Halloween

Great, another excuse to wear as little clothing as possible…you go girls, you get em.

I’m honestly disgusted.

This morning while droping a friend off...

Jonny: How can you see out of this, it's really dirty.
Autumn: yeah, I have not gotten around to cleaning it off.
Jonny: what is that? (pointing at a little chunk)
Autumn: Liz did it, I shoved a muffin down her throat, she regurgitated it and then wiped it all over my windshield.

1 a.m.

1 a.m. this seems to be the prime time.
My body is always tired, but my mind does not get the signal.
The music is so loud right now, and it moves me…to write.
What about, but what about hmmm?
I could study the vibrations and explain them,
Or I could sit outside and tell you of the cold.
I can tell you about my concerns and sublime thoughts of late.
But, those things don’t suite the mood, the mood.
Stop.
I’ve got a lot of ideas, most unfinished thanks to my undisciplined mind…
This mode has been killing me all night long, keeping me up past dawn.

Many, over look. Me.