Watsky Stories

It's easy to fall in love with someone but it's hard to see that the someone you love ....loves someone

When I look out at the sun I don't see it I don't see the girl sitting next to me Smiling as big as planets I don't see the deer that's just run across some bushes I don't see the disillusionment of the world I've built up in my own head I just see ahead I just see a future I just see my imminent death on the horizon But I almost don't see that either In fact, about all I see is that my eyes are just about closed I can't stare too long into the brightness of a void I call the distant present I haven't lived there for a long time Maybe it's time that I should As I close my eyes I begin to imagine The world as I think it is The girls smile, that was as large as planets Has turned into a minuscule facsimile She no longer loves me And the truth is I never loved her There was an emotional space left After things I never dealt with I realize the center of the world is centered on "I" And so I began to move my motion of thought Hoping in the brightness of the moment To find some sort of hope in us I open my eyes again Brightness flourishing almost leaving me blind I turn to her, and I say, "We should stay here forever.' So she tells me, "there's no such thing." We come to the conclusion that she is correct Regardless of the brightness of the sun, There will almost always be shadows hiding The other way Accepting that there is no forever We stay contempt with the thought That events should ever last at all I whisper a sweet goodbye to the sun as it sets And she rests her head on my shoulder I think, for just this beautiful moment "We are connected. And will always be this way."

For Tori, Happy birthday!!!!!!!!

This is from a song called "Boomerang" by George Watsky off his new album "All you can do"

A collection of poetry

This story is about a girl she and her bestfriend are very close and does everything together but what happens when her bestfriends brother falls for her ..........

Evangeline died in a car accident. "Died" is the word. She was dead, but she's back. And never leaving.

A poem inspired by "Letter To My 16 Year Old Self" by George Watsky

Violet Citlali is a normal 20 year old. Fresh out of NYU, hanging with Best Friends. It just so happens that she and her best friends (Destrey and Rebel) formed a band last year and now are going out of Warped Tour. The moment they get a confirmation call, it's all excitement. When Rebel tells Violet George Watsky, is touring at Warped, as well, she's feeling amazing. This is Violet's chance to give him a letter she had written to George and wanted to give it during a concert. The problem is, she's too flustured and shy to give it to the Hip Hop artist.