Static Darkness |
As society crumbles before us, and the novelty of morality burns like books in totalitarian pyres, love reintroduces itself to me. The language it speaks is not a difficult one to interpret for its ov...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 03:48:00 GMT |
The cutest dog ever!!!! |
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Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 14:03:00 GMT |
mur. |
Hopeless.RomanticInsolvent.Tears, like sharp diamonds,pressurized beneath this thick bedrock,only to surface when love is laid to rest.Buddhism is far from mystifying.It's overtly explicable;I'm desir...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 09:11:00 GMT |
zing |
It feels like I've been alone at my house for a week. The new roommies haven't completely moved in yet and my other roommates are busy bodies. I'm not complaining, but I forgot how deafeni...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 06:52:00 GMT |
update |
After a couple depressing weeks with a sprained arm and a confusing situation, I think I'm finally starting to heal. Injuring my arm sucked and still does because I'm frantically trying to come ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 13:14:00 GMT |
Badlands. |
I am not like I was before. That ship has sailed long ago. I was someone but I can't remember who that was. Someone better? Or someone worse? Or have I always been the sa...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 21:08:00 GMT |
Strangers |
Look at all the taut young faces, blushed from cut-rate wine and secrets made up those steep and slanting stairs, behind those solid Victorian style doors, on top twin sized beds steeped ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 23:07:00 GMT |
Life is shiiiiiiiiii |
To quote Kerouac, "Life is shit" (Some of the Dharma). I'm not really quite sure if "shit" is the proper metaphor for my particular stance in life at the moment, but it does carry the same weigh...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 20:43:00 GMT |
Three very short shitty poems. Enjoy. |
"Floorboards"Don't take notice to this demure, wine-blushed visage at night. I'm phased out and glazed, gazing between naught and the mud-spattered floorboards of my preferred porch...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 05:47:00 GMT |
random thought |
A shadow inhabits me. It licks my heart with an obscure tongue, a language commonly known among all those who harbor dreams outweighing their actual talent. But being slightly off balance ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 17:52:00 GMT |
