The Release. |
Insomniac Dasies are my favorite.
I'll pluck them from the sky like heavy beats in breezy airand I'll count the petals and toesand momentsuntil my memory deceives meand the day starts again.It's a fre...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 13:29:00 GMT |
Walking Home. |
It takes me about 30 minutes to arrive outside of my printing class from my apartment. I leave the house at nine thirty, to be in class at nine, and once my english class finishes, I am home by 3:30PM...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 09:06:00 GMT |
The Experiment. |
I live in my head approximately 98% of the time. The rest of the time I am out wandering around, experiencing out of body occurrences, and watching movies.Every person living is like a mini chemistry ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 02:32:00 GMT |
Insomnia, Rapture, Lust. |
I always come back to youwith my ventricles throbbingand my pupils pulsatingDreaming of a pop scare nightmare,I roll over my sheets,awakened by the sudden bouts of silencescreaming in my veins.Insomni...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 02:53:00 GMT |
This Poem is For You |
Tonight,when we exchange our electric ramblings,I will answer truthfully, just for you andI will say exactly what is on my mind forthis poem is for you.This is a love poem,a technical dreamland of...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 08:01:00 GMT |
Equine Fiction |
I've always avioded looking into dark mirrors.Dusky park play structures;hiding in concrete caves.The sopping pulp on the floor grows grotesque organisms;our mothers and fore-fatherswhom we owe it all...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 08:57:00 GMT |
An Ode to your Coffin! |
May you rest in peacein a land of turmoilso that youmay dream fantasies that includefirey dusksbioengineered heart thumpingand key tapping melodies.We don't believe in amends.
Posted by on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 23:20:00 GMT |
MITOCHONDRIAC. |
It's so gritty.This violin's been broken in-this corseted existence is suffocating and sweetvelvet brocades lace forbidden eyeletsI get away with what I can because you do not understand me.Barbaric w...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 20:01:00 GMT |
Fairy Tales. |
There is such a fine line between selfish discontent and artistically high standards.Write me a fairy tale.Names plague me like the winged beast,and my fleeing feet are tiring.Why can't we worship the...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 21:55:00 GMT |
My Goal This Summer: |
TO BECOME A STICKBUG.With such delicate and numerous limbs, who wouldn't strive for such a graceful figure?
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 21:23:00 GMT |
