Depressed Behavior

Through a looking glass I see myself wondering, Wondering what to think, who to be, why am I? If i walk outside of my house and see the sun, nothing really happens. I feel the feeling of nothing at all. I believe I'd find happiness in ones who I'm surround, I wonder what profits and materials i have found. The feeling still lingers, and the noise is still sound. It reaches deep within me, A feeling that I cannot drown. Ryan

Why My Friends Can Be The Worst

I'm not just talking about my friends, but I'll also say siblings. Most people would say they have the same problem. They'll say she said this, and then did that... He did what? Anyway, my friends are those typical people who make plans just to break them, or they make plans to underwhelmingly attend, and make you feel awkward for their presence. They're the friends who feel the need to belittle for the sake of belittling, but it's more under the cuff - passive agressive if you will. Only yearning to have a conversation with you if it fits their personal agenda, or if it fits into their "busy schedule." Now I'm not one to complain about friends... Hell, I try not to complain about anything... To much confrontation about it. It's just ridiculous when you make a friend, expecting them to be a friend, but they act more like a stranger. Speaking of strangers... Siblings... Just like friends, but they know they can ignore you because you're family, thus always forgiven. It can get pretty iritating when you try and have a simple text conversation and end up having to prove your worth to get a response. By that I mean - is your subject matter to my liking, and your puncuation? Is it good enough for me to read? On the other hand, the conversation had between the sibling other than myself end up a garbled mess of who knows what's being said. I'll bring up food, culture, movies, entertainment for god sakes! And to only hear chirping crickets... However, my other sibling talks about something from a video game, especially mundane, and BOOM text explosion! It's like hitting the conversational jackpot... And yes, I'll agree that some of my subjects can come off pretentious, overly knowledgable, but that's just it! They have to be, or the conversation gets completely lost for the sake of argument. If I'm wrong about something --- Hell hath not fury... If I'm right, what a boring pretext. It's not that I hate my friends and siblings... I perfectly love all of them. Thats the thing though, I put more feeling into the relationship than the next, ie: coming up with events (which are normally awesome), keep conversation going (dont want the friendship to go stagnant), be as much of a dude as possible (including awesome compliments, and person who will listen). Maybe I should get new friends people say, but the problem is no one wants a new friend these days, unless they can easily click a friend acceptance box. Anyway, cheers to the weekend!

Turn right up there and get off these pavements there aint no sense to holding up the traffic and we aint hurrying you just turn there and that dirt road goes out to the gap where there was writing on them rocks I remember the first time I ever got drunk. Me and my brother we was following this branch fella home when we saw a trail leading off and he knew but I didn't he was oldern I was and been down them trails so we went down and found it any time you find a trail off a branch you follow it . . . by David Lee

I will lay me down

It's in the smaller things that I rest my days.

It's what I see and believe that allows me to understand my surroundings.

It's an operation to find myself bushwacking through the joys and sorrows of human kind.

It allows me to take interest in what I do and say.

~ Ryan W

End of Skid Row

I understand time passes by
Bit it's the new dawn that passes through.

One can sit one can wait
One can wonder what does life have to do.

But it's the little things, the bird, the babe
The mortar and brick, in which we use.

But is the underpin, with what's
From in, that it tells you what to do.

Ryan

Fish Bites

My day I'd know, I'd love it so -
From the south up to the north.

My hearts pounding, and my fist
clinching, onto the board which I call my date. Until I see that single fin-which pokes gently as a peak.

I finish all with a wink and a smile.
As I go sailing through the eb and the tide.

The End of Site

'twas the en of my site I could not fulfill, nor see.

What it was I was thinking doth dream you and me. From the water to the desert I have here for days.

But the only thing stopping me, was scoop with a glaze.