Jersey is Fuckin' Better Than You.kthxbye. |
Jersey Born, Jersey Bred, Jersey Trash Till I'm dead!Yeah, I'm from Jersey, have been all my life. I'm gonna give you everything about jersey, the good, the bad, and the ugly.First... New Jersey peopl...
Posted by blackbird on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 12:14:00 PST |
Recent Poems |
Tuesday Morning
Blue is the first thing I think of when I remember
that morning.
The skies were a deep, heartbreaking shade of azure
that I haven't seen since.
The vaults of heave...
Posted by blackbird on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 09:22:00 PST |
Chapter 348237484 |
well,I've turned a new page on a wonderful new chapter of my life.
the aforementioned boy in the previous post has changed my life into a beautiful paradise.he completes me in every way.
AND...
Jamie ...
Posted by blackbird on Sun, 18 Jun 2006 06:40:00 PST |
Love and Whatnot. |
Things have changed,for the better and for the worse.here,let me elaborate on the 'better':
I've fallen in love again.I know,I know.This is like "The Boy Who Cried Wolf",so I'll do you all a favor and...
Posted by blackbird on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 08:38:00 PST |
The Sad State of the Union |
just watched the State of the Union Address...here're my notes:
it's not our JOB to "lead the world towards freedom" in any other way than by EXAMPLE. and since we do NOT present a clear and unblemis...
Posted by blackbird on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 07:40:00 PST |
prevenge |
I was taught to hurt others by the pain they painted on me.
so don't hate me/blame mefor the trouble I inflict.
I am covered in the bloody handprintsyou left on me.
I will hurt back beforethey can bre...
Posted by blackbird on Thu, 05 Jan 2006 01:19:00 PST |
invisible |
restless,jealous,miles away...to think that I'd missthe place I most abhor...
so helpless against the tide of change,my soul is crushed withinme.
I can do naught to stem the flow ofothers untohim.
I c...
Posted by blackbird on Thu, 05 Jan 2006 12:49:00 PST |
blinding dark |
I can tell you right now,your life will notflashbefore your eyes(like so many silver bullets bathed in moonlight)when you die.
everytime I die,I waitfor the blinding light.
but it does not,will not,(c...
Posted by blackbird on Thu, 05 Jan 2006 12:23:00 PST |
spirits |
it's late,and there are ghosts about,flitting from room to room,pressing against me.
they envelope me in jealousyand terror(the kind that paralyzes)
this is how I sleep,when others scornmy words.
this...
Posted by blackbird on Thu, 05 Jan 2006 12:09:00 PST |
HomeHomeHome(and a new poem,too) |
The wave of a stranger alarms me,
the last gleam of hope from the
ground we so briefly tread.
Will this be the last time I see
mountains?
We fly to prove we can,
to prove we are not
human,
That we ar...
Posted by blackbird on Sat, 24 Dec 2005 12:15:00 PST |
