December 2011
1 post
August 2010
1 post
Wait For It
The rat, smaller than events to come, leapt from ledge to doorstep. Pale street lamps were the only visible lights to set the mood. A door swung wide open and the small animal scurried behind a bucket. Its putrid color was an ironic hint at what was soon to come. A fine dressed man, suit and two tone tie, bounced out in a hurry knocking the bucket off from the doorstep. The man stopped to...
April 2010
3 posts
the way you think will eat your soul
I should always write, just to write, if not to be absolutely adorned in creativity. I should let the doors… gates.. windows… open so life can flood in. In reality I tend to hide alone, bitter and cold over what has or hasn’t happened. I like rambling. Nonsense to fill the emptiness that follows the echo of what used to be noise. Oh so poetic I am, am I? How will you know...
and finally your face...
And finally your face to put an end to this foul sound. They forget your edge, they forget when you’re around….. But you look so sincere when its your mouth and not your ear. We won’t be nice we won’t hold our own.. We act out of place and we represent this town.. A melting pot of who’s right and who’s not…. No one will win, they say someone will. But...
show the slow
you slug along, and it’s slow enough for you. until it’s too slow for someone else and they give you so much shit that it’s no longer convenient for you to be sluggish.
fuck you all in the aorta.
November 2009
1 post
1 tag
a good amount of time ago
A good amount of time ago things were sad, misspoken, misunderstood. I held my own and the earth curled up around me. I felt alone, without an army, without strength in numbers, without friends. Since then, I’ve grown towards better troops, higher standards, more discipline, and even more self control.
October 2009
1 post
as a matter of fact
My heart is with the gods of the sky and of the ground, cloud & forest.. A future full of feathered & furry friends. A past filled with scales, sharp talons & broken ends. Drinks to soothe the mind & food to pass the time. The night feels the fire of the golden sun but wants to hold it’s own in a fight that’s already been won.
August 2009
2 posts
you're wrong
if you rely on other people for your own happiness.
sunny side down
I’ve talked about it, cried about it, laughed about it and most definitely lied about it. I’ve said that I was fine, I’ve said I was better, made a fool of myself and now hate myself. I described it as life not giving me lemons & trying to pick my own. The tree didn’t belong to me but the lemonade would have been the best there could have ever been. Now, after going...