The poem from my picture |
cast out among similar monstersalonedistanced from the only home i've knowndespite my outward apathy i am feared all contact is unofficially disallowedchained to a prison of my own makingbelittled by ...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 12:00:00 GMT |
schizophroptimist |
I tell myself it could be worse.Weigh the options and make the choice.Optimism keeps me breathing.An uncertain future keeps me waiting.My struggle is a beast with many faces.In the mirror and behind m...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 10:51:00 GMT |
Kangaroo done hung the Jury |
sunglasses. i lied to you i apologized many times its over i lied to myself its just begun the pane of glass that separates you from the world stretches wall to wall lets you see but you cant feel ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 11:30:00 GMT |
7th grade notebook poem |
Neon flashes of jealousy and greed. Nightmares haunt your city that never sleeps. Taxi cabs and shots and stabs and screams ring out and no one cares. Halogen headlights. Fog lamps. Darkness despite...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 11:27:00 GMT |
Primates |
monkey see, monkey do, the words we use when the 'primitive' imitate our habits they shake hands and obey like theyre our best friendsbut i see the laughter in their eyeshumans believe theyre the sma...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 14:16:00 GMT |
ridiculositisnessosity.....ism |
look into my eyes and tell me how many times must I allude to the truth before you see whats right in front of your face?tell me one more lie just to keep your presence near me, slap me in the face fo...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 17:08:00 GMT |
an older one |
alright i know the rhythm might not make sense to you.... and to be perfectly honest with you I don't get it either. I'm sure it made some kind of sense to me at one time or another. Maybe not. maybe ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 03:06:00 GMT |
intravenous pretense |
now there's something inside mestifling the magnificentsqueezing insideto bludgeon me down and push me awayto bring me inside and internally shuddersing me a song of freedom my brother turn the key ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 20:36:00 GMT |
the end is near |
So why not enjoy the time we have left?
Posted by on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:37:00 GMT |
Juxtaposition |
So while juxtaposing my goals and intentions against my actions and transgressions, I've decided I've become a stranger to myself. An outsider. I look in the mirror for hours on end trying to figure o...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 04:54:00 GMT |
