Fearful, leaves

Each dawn astray

Outcast, while you slowly fade away.

God, I’m emo.

Someone once told me, “I was nervous because I sometimes get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about you.” I thought that was the sweetest and loveliest thing anyone has ever said to me. I even wrote a song about it. Now I don’t know what to believe. I wish there was a sign to let me know things will be alright, but instead, I get the opposite which fuel my desire to move as far away from this place as possible. I’m going to just write a simple poem today for my friends:

I shake and tremble thinking of you
Your very presence I can feel from miles around
Oh the places we will see can only be fantasy now
The life we will live is merely hope in my dreams
I don’t know how you feel anymore,
I don’t know how you sleep anymore,
You broke me, you destroyed me like the others before
It could be my imagination, or I could just be disturbed
Letters unsent sit in my mailbox.
Letters received collect dust in the corner of my mind
All I know is I miss you fiercely
So I shake and tremble, and I’ll be thinking of you.

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I had a chance today, but I did not take it. Outside, it was radiant, warm. Inside, there was sickness and fear. Maybe tomorrow will be brighter.  Wake up, Eddie, reach for the sun. Darkness can’t cloud your soul for long.

So when people say they’re in the same boat, what does that really mean? My boat is about to dock. If they’re in the same boat, then they should be about to dock too… or theoretically, in my boat docking with me. And another phrase I don’t get, “there are plenty of fish in the sea.” We know that fish are going extinct, so are there still plenty to choose from? I don’t think so.

The short version of this is basically, where does it end? When do I stop docking and going out to sea? What the hell do I want? Everyone goes through this, but I’m sure I’m the only one who draws stupid comics to try and editorialize my thoughts with a JPEG. Well, Penny Arcade probably does that too, but they’re comics aren’t as stupid. I mean they have a whole expo devoted to their comic. What if I held my own I Heart Eddie seminar? That would be cool.

Anyway, I don’t really have anything to give anyone anymore. It’s all been taken away by women who have sucked me dry, taken my soul, and then kinda just let me effervesce in my own self pity. I just want things I can’t have. I could write a poem about it, but then I wouldn’t draw awesome comics like these since the words would illustrate my pain. That’s lame anyway. Everyone loves a good stick figure drawing.

Song… http://www.myspace.com/precarious

Lyrics…

You spoke of all the bad things
what ever makes you happy
I wish i could take those things
all those words you spoke of, those little words that hinder my ability to think
and the weight of the world has be lifted from my face

I’m in love with you my friend,
I’m so glad you understand
sometimes it takes just one sweet moment, a moment like this
I’m so happy that you care
And all those great times that we share
Will never be forgotten, I’ll never forget the sound of your voice
when i said…
i said…
i said…

Tonight the highway’s dark
the path we took to get here
Having those dreams of mine
those dreams so sullen, silly even, surrounded by every color of the rainbow
and you’re there to show me the way

CHORUS

Where are we, so bold and free
the time it takes to build the friendship
hasn’t slowed me down one bit
So many times i thought that i would cry a little tear for all the world to see
so just maybe you’ll see we’re both the same
looking for the answers no has, but clearly see the answer lies within ourselves
within ourselves…

I’ll listen for you on the radio,
but i will not believe the sound i hear
I’ll watch out for you, like you’re always there looking out for me too
but i will not believe the site i see, i see, i see me

I’m in love with you my friend,
I’m so glad you understand
sometimes it takes just one sweet moment, a moment like this
I’m so happy that you care
And all those great times that we share
Will never be forgotten, I’ll never forget the sound of your voice when you said you’re wonderful

Love often makes me write bad poetry.

lo my true friend,
lo indeed,
hail to all who love me,
fail to all who don’t,
lo my true, honest friend,
lo my true friend indeed.

I never saw the sun as bright as today,
A sorely needed sight to behold,
I never knew anything could make me feel this way,
And nothing could have foreseen such a tale unfold,

Then there was life from death that arose,
A new way to look and feel and act I sought,
To cherish and relish in this act I would loathe,
But this guilt and guile faded away as I wrought and I thought,

Life is but a face that will soon disappear,
The soft face I remember and hope to never part,
For you are the one I hold most dear,
And that affection, that affliction so burned in my heart,

So I think upon you, a friend whom I love,
All that is new, and bright will shine from above.