Drekeagan

                                        Fucking Bitch Oh NO! Not HER again! What the heck's she up to this time!? In case you haven't already guessed, I'm talking about HER, that rude, nasty, foul-mouthed little girl who thinks she's such hot shit! I don't know her name, or much else about her really, but anybody with half a brain can attest to what an unpleasant brat she is. She generally comes this way in the mid-to-late afternoon, (probably sleeps until one in the afternoon) cruising along on her skateboard while listening to heavy metal, punk rock and gangster rap on her headphones with the volume WAY too fucking high and stuffing her

                                   Dear High School Friend I haven't seen you in quite awhile. It's been years since I've heard your voice. I'm not sure if you've missed me, But I was mad when you moved away. I've since stopped caring that you're gone, But I'd still welcome you back with open arms ...

                                       Dear Deities             I'll assume for a moment that you even exist outside of stories,                   So don't be surprised if I speak nothing but heresy.               You ask a lot of me, demanding unwavering devotion and faith,                         While refusing to even show me your face.                   Some say they've seen, felt, and even spoken to you,                And tell me that I've sinned for holding you in low regard,                 But I couldn't care less what you or your chosen think!                        Begone selfish, uncaring, ineffectual gods,            

                                      Strangers To Me              The strange buzzings in my brain that keep me up at night                are made up of names and faces of girls I almost knew.               Some were college crushes I proudly declared my love for,              and others were just passersby I shared a conversation with,                  

                                    It's Been A Summer                                       (July 2013) Hey B.M. (hilarious initials by the way) It's me Alex ... just lying here in bed at 3 a.m, giving up on fighting insomnia caused by thoughts of you while listening to "It's Been A Summer" by New Found Glory for the 367th time in a row, I know I already told you that this song makes me think of you because I envisioned it becoming "our song" if you had been single and willing to spend this summer forming a relationship with me, but I'm still listening to it nonstop because I can't get you off my mind. Sometimes I even shed a few tears wh

                                       Feral Girls                                  This may seem absurd,                  But I've actually entered that wild suntorched grove                          That divides the mountains and woods.                              And I've seen the feral girls.            They drive themselves mad by drinking an intoxicating mixture of                         Boiling hot honey, blood, semen, and leaves,                     Their eyes gleam brighter than brushfires at night,                     And their limbs ripple with the might of elephants.          Many who've wandered deep into the woods

                                 Forty-Niner Fight Song                    (Or Football as Understood by a Five-Year-Old)                                         FIGHT!                                         FIGHT!                                         FIGHT!                                         FIGHT!                                         FIGHT!                                         FIGHT!                                         FIGHT!                                         FIGHT!                               SOUND ... THE ... A ... LARM!                               Leave the safety of your dens!        

                                          Dear D.M                             Do you remember when we first spoke,                                  or the moment we embraced?                              I know it might not seem like much,                     but the things you've said and done have turned me                                      into a better man.                               You're one of a select few girls,                         who've shown me true kindness and affection,                   and for that you have my everlasting love and gratitude.                               All my life I've been insecure,

                                        Witchwood Forest                           You'd best be moving along weary traveler.                       Witchwood forest is not a place to stop and rest,                                because you're not welcome here.                                Hurry along now little human one,                            before you waste what little light is left!                         Witchwood forest becomes alive and evil at night.                Can you feel a strange sensation in the ground beneath your feet,                as if strange creatures are stirring beneath the mud and leaves?