#truthabez

[victoryawaits]

truthabez replied to your audio post

this - this - this, while I take a dumb and pretend to run at the same time. haha

your being tooo fucken vague

[victoryawaits]

truthabez replied to your post: truthabez replied to your post: truthabez replied...

you have the greatest major of all time.

i dont know how to respond to this.

maybe i do, maybe i dont have the GMOAT

um I still havent figure out a career in this major that is right for me. then again i havent been seeing my counselor.

i hate that my major course is an online class. i wanted to be in a classroom.

oh well -___-

[victoryawaits]

truthabez replied to your post: truthabez replied to your post: I just realized...

computer science major?

nah I'm radio-tv-film major now

my assignment for thursday was to find two articles about new technology...

I decided to write about this new light bulb

shit looks amazing.

[victoryawaits]

messing around with Truthabez

ahhhh i should sleep

[anonymouscreativity-blog]

Sub: 64 // "Too Dark To See" by truthabez

My leg limps as I walk

They do not want to proceed

My arms ache from hanging

They want to write to succeed

My eyes always ponder

They prefer to make you wonder

Away from soft and lonely sighs

My wrist slowly cries

 I watch myself slowly die

* submitted by truthabez 

[anonymouscreativity-blog]

Sub: 53 // "Ain't No Sunshine When She's gone..." by truthabez

I looked through your small book shelf, I was surprised. Your variety in literature was upsetting. I smiled and looked straight through your dark eyes, but at the core I was tearing and remembering my wasted time on those who never had a speck of similarity with me.

The small space limited me. You would have received a hug at a very high speed if it were not. You let me look through your things with my very curious hand. I loved what I found. I loved the sexual annotations about Pokémon, but when you smiled – I smiled, you knew what was in store – we were there, alone and together. We delayed the kisses.

I was smitten. I was sitting on your chair. There was nothing exquisite about my posture. There were no significant words that I can remember, but we were communicating. We saw, I saw, you saw, what none other could have seen.  Two socially awkward lovebirds fighting urges  and having a wonderful companionship in the later hour company of each other. 

You grabbed your pillow and naturally I was ready to dodge it. I did. But it was a decoy, and when I turned I was hit, but this pillow was warm and had a scent that smelled great, like home. I began to blush and she began to giggle. It was a moment that one would have held on to, as I have now.  

I jumped on her bed and gave her my back. I wanted to play hard to get, but she melted me like burning gold with her mysterious Arabic words. She whispered in my ear an Arabic phrase that I will never understand, a code of words that held so much passionate power that at that moment, I kissed her.

We were holding back lip action; it was too much to control. We gave in. Our kiss triggered travels to distant lands, to different times – better times, we were at Woodstock, we saw The Beatles rock out at Wembley, me and you – here and there , alone and together, and the places we saw.

* submitted by truthabez