island of the misfit toys

i wanna cry sometimes,

living this life under pressure

i wanna die sometimes,

i gotta keep it together

sometimes i worry

that i might get bad again,

i never understand how

am both happy and sad

and am still trying

to figure out how that can be,

i just hope i make a friend soon

i got problems,

and i be the first to call it out

i get lonely

coz lately friends don’t stick around

i keep my hopes up

coz that’s the one thing i can control

i consider myself abnormal,

coz who wants to be like everybody else

lately i have been talking to myself

its like i am my own consultant

i guess that makes me above average

right?

just like a wallflower,

i see things and i understand

live fast die rich

service is the rent you pay

for room on this earth

and if you don’t know

now you know

to be or not to be?

that’s the mother fucking question

all the troubles in my life

won’t bring me down

all the struggles in my

life teach me how

am perfectly imperfect

when it hurts,

i know there is a purpose

so I’ll cry today

smile tomorrow

change is nature

why are we expected

to be good at everything?

i just want to be whatever

i am and am proud of that

it’s just life,

it will be over before you know it

and its so sad because,

there is so little time

and what are we doing with it?

i guess we are all

a bunch of broken toys

 

 

 

 

Stay Weird

 

 

 

 

 

The Boy

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poetic justice

life is so random

and sometimes

the only way out is through

what are the chances that people like me

can really find an escape?

 

we can’t really live till we die a little

we are always defined by what we can control

and we all just trying to survive

 

fate is a lie,

there can only be choice

art and life no difference right?

 

being an adult doesn’t mean

that you have to throw away

what you used to love,

it’s just seeing the world through new eyes

 

the most beautiful things

in life are for free

things u own,

end up owning you

 

stop trying to be perfect

cut the foreplay and just ask,

the simple answer is usually the correct answer

just say what you need and want to say

just look at us running around,

always late i guess that’s why they call us the human race

 

this is for the ones who don’t belong

the gaijin’s like me

que sera sera

every day it gets easier,

but you gotta do it every day

qui vivra verra

 

 

 

 

 

Stay Weird

 

 

 

The Boy

a world alone

the most dark twisted and beautiful thing

i realized about life is that we really try so hard

to find meaning in it

just to fucking die in the end

 

the world is as u find it,

so you have to deal with that

the broken are the more evolved

practice is perfection

and you yourself are responsible for your own happiness

 

we get up in the morning,

we do our best, nothing else matters

 

we are just lonely people trying to hate ourselves less,

maybe that’s all we are going to be,

maybe that’s all we ever were

life is a series of closing doors isn’t

 

sometimes i feel like i was born with a leak

and any goodness i started with,

slowly just slipped out of me,

now it’s all gone and i will never get it back in me

 

i really get sad sometimes,

what do you do when you get sad?

 

you know what the problem with life is,

either you know what you want

and you don’t get what you want

or

you get what you want

and you don’t know what you want

 

i kind think that all you are the things that you do

and there is no such thing as an ending,

just a place where u leave the story

 

you gotta do what your heart tells you to do

let me tell you something

you’re only allowed three great women in your lifetime

they come along like the great fighters, every ten years

Rocky Marciano

Sugar Ray Robinson

Joe Louis

Sometimes you get ’em all at once.

 

you have no idea now what you will become,

and its ok not to know everything

sometimes take a leap of faith

don’t try and control it,

let go,

that’s when the fun starts

 

there’s is no present like the time

 

i live for beauty and beautiful films

 

 

Stay Weird

 

 

The Boy

the marathon continues

maybe am not special

and this is what it is to be human

like a mirror u see everything

but understand nothing

i get really quiet

when my mind is too loud

my days is a mess

my nights is a mess

my life is a mess

my life is a mess of happiness, sex, lust and obsession

but you gonna have to excuse my mess, yes

life can be a sick joke

It’s lonely

no one to talk to

and the saddest part is we are our own destruction

beauty is relevant

reveal your inner chaos

i want more out of life than this

and someday we will find what we looking for

how to stop time kiss

how to travel in time films

how to escape time music

how to feel time write

how to release time breathe

mankind is not evil, just uninformed

here is the good, here is the bad

here is the bad that is in the good

here is the good that is in the bad

here is life

we are all mysterious works of

chance/choice of nature/nurture

life is not about playing the odds

it’s about playing the game

but the most fucked up thing

is that no one wins the game

life is the art of dying

you know what

this place makes me wonder

Stay Weird

The Boy

WaLL of WeirD

Life is like a box of timelines

life is a fucking nightmare

Being a person is a fucking nightmare

Life is too painful

or we just too fragile

Stuck in a body that is broken

a world that is literally falling apart

a mind that is killing me

Routine is an incredible thing

we became what we repeatedly do

and with fate the fucker who always wins

What’s the answer

There must be a meaning to existence

or otherwise the universe is made of pain

Mind over MATTER

Just let go

find beauty in the mundane

Enjoy the little things

My intuition is telling me that there will

be better days

Woke up an optimist

sun was shining

I’m positive

WE do not have forever

all we have is a single day

We all have this illusion that we are in control

things are always going to change

No matter how good u are

you are evil in someone’s story

I guess destiny is not the path given to us But the

path we choose for ourselves

It can be scary to ask yourself what’s next

all the doubts start to creep in

are people going to like me

can I handle a challenge

you can ask this questions forever

or you can just take the first step

We live in sensitive times

we have to evolve if we want to succeed

sometimes that requires us to share our vulnerabilities

so that we can see one another in a new way

Why do we fall?

so that we can learn to pick up ourselves

good thoughts

good words

good deeds

its not about the end its about the journey

dying is easy, its living that is hard

there are no stranger creatures, only bad people

StaY WeirD

ThE BoY

MiDDle ChiLD

I’m dead in the middle of 2 generations

i’m little bro and big bro all at once

i am both nowhere and everywhere at the same time

an empty space

a nobody

 

I really hate beginnings

it’s really hard for me to connect with somebody

when I met someone or get close to someone

i mess it up

i get frustrated

i am fixated

sometimes it’s easier when u not real

 

i am just in my shell

i have a hard time expressing myself

you know i am sensitive

i got a gentle mental

 

My mind doesn’t work right

i’ve been wanting something I can feel

so i filter my pain through the prism of humor & music

 

Tired of being trapped in my damn mind

depression and obsession don’t mix well

when you thinking too much u removing what’s moving

life is always happening when you busy making other plans

 

Youth is wasted on the young

its a hurt people hurt people generation

we get a life that is deserving

not a life of instant gratification

we are all slowly dying

but at-least some of us get to choose how

almost no good people exist

we ain’t perfect but we damn close

maybe we just want others to feel as worse as we feel

truly the injured generation

 

WE all need a sense of belonging WE all need to belong somewhere

 

It’s OK to be sad

it’s OK to talk about this things

go through this things

you not weird for being depressed

we are each our own devil and we make this world our hell

 

StaY WeirD

 

 

ThE BoY

LiFe iTSelF

All I ever wanted

was the normal mundane isht

everyone was taking granted

i just wanted to be happy

date the right kind of girl

have a successful career

have some cool ass people around me

but what’s normal anyway

what is the right amount of success

what is happiness

Success is balance in life

Happiness is just the absence of pain

We are all lonely

what we fight in life is not to be lonely

Life is the only reliable narrator

but it is also a complete unreliable narrator

because it’s constantly misdirecting

misleading us & taking us on a journey

that is really impossible to predict where

its going to go next

No one knows where their story is going to be

or who our hero’s are going to be

but that is life its what it does

Life brings you to your knees

so find your story

get back up & go further

Life will surprise you

It may be easy to wallow in the tragedy that shape our lives

and while it’s natural to focus

on those unspeakable moments

that brings us to our knees

we must remind ourselves that if we get up

if we take the story a little bit further there is love

Try to live your life with no expectations

for who gets the life they really want

Who could see the future

we may never know it

StaY WeirD

The BoY