Michael Jackson |
We live in a society obsessed with bright, lively artificialness; And I'm only a person. Michael Jackson was more than a person. He was an icon. And icons never die. They never fade. They never bloom,...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jun 2009 18:54:00 GMT |
Inside me and without |
The iron rust bangs out in dust and inside were only as real as we feel.And though I see anything I could be, we are inside the Walrus head instead on shaking beds;And Im outside on waterfront gates...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 09:23:00 GMT |
doug. |
My names Doug. When I get up in the morning I eat a bowl of cereal. When I go to sleep at night I leave my television on. When I pay my taxes, I really dont have a choice. And the highlight of my da...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 02:19:00 GMT |
to everyone |
Over time Ive written a lot of things. Over time I told you how I feel; how I think, how I breathe and act. Over time Ive made a few people laugh, and Ive made a few people cry. But none of that is...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jun 2009 15:05:00 GMT |
some sort of sickness |
Im sick of all these days of life: days of ample, dustless strife. Im sick of all the coughing; all the mopping, all the puke and sobbing. Im sick of all the stains of time. Rains and trains gone r...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 14:57:00 GMT |
Chocolate Cupcakes |
I write.When the food's gone cold and rotting; when the carefulness delicately slips away; when the face turns numb and the fingers frozen:I write.Not because I want to; or because I need to. I'm not ...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 17:32:00 GMT |
Mr. Spohn |
So, you think you're a big man? Got a car, a rolled cigar. A grin and a face of steel we can feel. Money's in the gold; Money's in the power.Fame is like a tool: selfish, worn, and sour.Spohn.I can im...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 10:13:00 GMT |
One Night At A Bar |
We're not born intelligent. We're not born experienced. We're not born uncomfortable, and we're not born tired. We are what we are not because we know we are, but because we think we are. The man crep...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 18:20:00 GMT |
To God and the 3 others that might read these |
I light a cigarette on a street corner.God knows I've smoked. God and 3 others.And as I stare into the mercurial bliss of defeat in the heavy, light weighted air I can breathe a sigh of relief; and do...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 18:07:00 GMT |
Closet-breeder |
Remember when we were young?Fear-peirced stains in finger-rain; Clouding the mist in dispise.
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 13:44:00 GMT |
