Monday Snoredom aka The Lazy Blogger aka Tank's Pen Game...

Hey peoples I havent posted in a while, been either sick or my internet been acting up so I could handle so business on this here blog. Well it was a long and slow week last week and today is Monday and I figured I would hit you guys with with some more of my writing and poetry. I was going to post quite a few writings but my stuff isnt loading up on my work computer so I will have to continue to post the rest of my writings at another time. But I figured I would take the time real quick to explain some of my writing and explain when and where these writings are from. First off, man these are old ones too, most are from when I was high school and junior high. check them out, I def had some emo flowing through the pen, BUT not that black clothes, punk rocker, slit your wrists type emo...more Atmosphere than Fall Out Boy/My Chemical Romance. But hey that's what I felt at the time. And a few of these were about I chick I had a thing for but nothing ever really panned out(sans Pharcyde's "Passing Me By"). I was all crazy for her back then but now I see what was what and why nothing happened with her, cause now I'm with the woman I love and will prob marry and spend the rest of my life with and I would go through all that emotional moments and hurt and bullshit again a thousand times over if that meant I would be able to still meet my Angel now and be with her forever. Those emotions I had for her in the past dont mean shit to what I feel and the love I have for my girl now. But like I said that's how I felt at the time, it's a moment in time, and thats it. Emotion's change all the time, and as a writer, a poet, you try to capture that moment, that emotion at that time no matter if it is relevant for a second, a day, or for the rest of your life, you still try to capture and present that on the paper the best you can. That's we we do, thats what I do. So getting past all that, check out a few of my poems and in the next few days I will have more up for you guys to read.


It’s cold

I’m cold, so cold I say
My soul is cold
My heart is cold
My face is cold
My eyes are cold
My lips are cold
My whole body is cold
My life is cold
That’s why I shiver
That’s why I cry
It’s cold inside and out
It’s cold.

-Tank




Crutch (-For Wesley)

The boy would push so hard for his dreams
But there was always a block, an obstacle, a rock
And with every stride it seems
That people would care about smaller things
A child, a man, without a hand
A man with a begotten son
A boy who had a fatherless heart…
Then a man, a real man, came
A father to the boy, not of blood but of love,
And for that he was not of shame
As the boy gained a shoulder
He’s also become older
But then the boys’ crutch
And his heart has became colder
Cause it was to found
That his crutch was resting underground
But then another boy came
Not as a crutch but like a cane
They were so different but so alike
One was day and one was nite
They stood back 2 back
And faced the opposition for life…

-Tank



Shooting Star

Its gazingly glowing brightness,
Its amazingly mesmerizing mysteriousness,
Its warmingly beautiful wonderfulness,
When I look at this amazing gift God delivered,
My stomach quivers and my body shivers,
my eyes open wide and water up,
Its a moment seen so slow and abrupt,
It makes life so calm and bright,
All this given from the shooting star I see 2nite.

-Tank




Scars of Disappointment

Disappointing yourself is like a stab in the arm,
But disappointing someone else is like a stab in the heart.
It hurts, it's sharp and deep, it's eternal pain,
Something you can never fully recover from.
It's piercing through your flesh quickly, Without warning,
but once it's there it is there for eternity.

-Tank



Okay I'm outta here...Peace.

--Tank, BlueInGreen


*Bonus: I know some of you have seen this video before but this ish is hilarious. This is Frank Caliendo (impersinator guy with a TBS show) impersinating Charles Barkley and Bill Walton.



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Two posts in one day?!...no way!...go 'head test him for steroids.

Yep back again...

Figured I'd drop a lil bit more of my writing. Ahhhhhh school ties...


I Think Love 4Got About Me?
Im not sure but I think Love 4Got about me?

Love was the absent-minded mother that left me

at the super market,

It was the uncaring teacher that left me

out at recess and didnt come looking 4 me,

It was the busy parent that left me sitting

on the school stairs and didnt pick me up,

I left it 4 messages but It didnt call me back,

It was the unfocused student that left me

at home when I was due that day,

It the stupid kid left me in the couch and

didnt even lift the cushions to find me,

It left me stranded alone with no hope that

It would remember me.

Maybe I need to be that string wrapped

around Its finger to remind Love that it

4Got about me.

Joshua "Tank" Thompson
Copyright ©2007 Joshua "Tank" Thompson



Scars of Disappointment
Disappointing yourself is like a stab in the arm,
But disappointing someone else is like a stab in the heart.
It hurts, it's sharp and deep, it's eternal pain,
Something you can never fully recover from.
It's piercing through your flesh quickly, Without warning,
but once it's there it is there for eternity.

Joshua "Tank" Thompson
Copyright ©2007 Joshua "Tank" Thompson



Damn this shit is from when I was 16...jeez. And yes thats my name get over it.

Hey Kids guess what day it is?!...It's Emo Monday!

Dont worry I wont turn into Rey The Hussein...


Naw for real I'm just tired and spaced out from this "great" day we call Munday. Also I got some influence and inspiration from some random sources (and decided to post some emo lovey dovey writing that I did recently for my girl. Enjoy, laugh at it, give me props, tell me to listen to some Fall Out Boy like Rey (I am listening to some Brand New, which is a slight emo but more of a regular rock band...Dont worry I'll toughen up with some G Rap, Bumpy Knuckles, and M.O.P. later on.) Here ya go:


Dream Season (slight love letter/poem)-

I’m just a man with some simple words and truths…along my travels in this life…
I’ve seen “angels” and “pretty faces”, but never someone that is my own to have, the person to save me from the aforementioned, to appreciate me in a way that those before you could never realize or comprehend, to change my life so I can change their’s, my girl, my own personal guardian angel, my Queen. I have been blind, let astray, led through swamps of darkness, trumpets never played, introductions never made, and throughout these lead-in’s I’ve been led to feel that these were “special ones”, “angels” or whatsoever they need be called but deep down in my heart I knew something was missing, the fact was is that I just wasn’t sure what. All of the truths about these d’evil girls were found out through crappy feelings and hard realizations, most throughout times where I was still fully figuring out who I was as my whole self. Some of them were hiding behind masquerade masks, trying to lead me away from the light, from where I need and wanted to be. I was lonely and lost, and had no one else to guide me, so I gave into these marauders of false hopes and emotions. Since finding you I have become a better person, you have helped me realize true feelings, not just ones you want to have and try to so hard to grasp something that is not there and not blinded by superficial feelings like in high school. When you came into my life, you snuck up on me, at a time when I wasn’t looking for Life like that, but there you were. You knew all along about your feelings, I wish I knew like you knew then, to be ready like you already were, but soon enough I came catching up to join you so we can be together as we are now. So I hope this Love Letter reaches you and makes you understand how much you make me happy, how you pulled me out of the hole that was dug, thank you for letting “Love REMEMBER me”, And thank you forgiving me for not connecting to you, for not seeing what you saw at first. Everyday it gets better than the last, and everyday I am thankful that you have come into my life, and hopeful that you will be in my life for years to come. And so I paint this picture with my Pen to illustrate what you mean to me, and I feel that these wild, vivid, crazy, regular, irregular, different words that I have wrote, that you have inspired, that I give to you, show you all of what is inside of my heart and soul. There are so many things that make you perfect for me and make me love you more each day. I love how we can have our own opinions and even bicker about things but just as easily get over it and not take it to heart. I love how you are open minded to everything esp. to my crazy musical tastes. I love how you start to like some of my hip hop songs; meanwhile I start to like some country songs that you don’t know the names of. I absolutely am glad and love the fact that you can be yourself and make goofy faces and just act like a weird, crazy, nerdy, dorky person just as much as I can. I love that were honest with one another and if we do have a problem or something we need to yap/bitch/talk about we at least try to do that. And I know with all of these things that I love and cherish, I know that we will last, and we will be together. So I hope you accept this Love Letter/Poem that I wrote to you with my deepest emotions, deepest feelings, and deepest thoughts. I hope this makes you understand. I hope this makes you feel good about what we have. I hope you can be with me forever. I truly and fully Love You.

--Tank



Through (more of a poem)-

Through the regular days, through the hard days,
Through the days where you don’t wanna talk to anybody,
Through the drama of people either family or friends,
Through the crazy and hazy dreams,
Through the 6:30 morning alarm clock wake ups,
Through the stomach aches and feet hurting,
Through the missteps and the mistakes,
Through the quarrels and the unevenness,
Through the interruptions and talking over one another that we do,
Through the waiting you had to do for me, for us to get to this point,
Through it all…there’s you.
I dreamed of your face last nite, and how you make me feel,
Then today, I woke up,
Got in my car, and started driving to work like I’ve done a hundred other times,
But something happened,
Sitting there in the relaxed routine of a early morning car ride,
I paused in my habits and looked over at the empty passenger seat,
It made me sad for a slight moment, but then I realized something that made happy,
Now there are always different descriptions and interpretations of it,
But I think for that brief, surreal, and defining moment,
In all of its simple weird awkwardness I realized that I do,
In my own feelings and my own definition of it,
I love you.


--Tank




And that's just 2 of the many poems I have written over the yearsn, these two are very straight forward and are serious cause I am serious about the way I feel about ym girl ya know, real talk no b.s.

If you werent into that than its all good, but I have plenty more where that came from and I prob will do this once a week maybe to kind of put out some of my work for you guys to read.

Also dont worry nothing is wrong with me and my girl we are great and dont worry I have no intentions to doing a Owen Wilson, I'm a happy mofo trust me. Enuff with the seriousness I'll holla at you cocksnots later.

peace....

--Tankus Maximus.