It a statistical anomoly |
Deep within ones mind Lies a solitary sanctuary If you visit this place It can keep you merry Although if you indulge You will become isolated And outward focus Will make you frustrated So keep in min... Posted by Knuckles on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
My would be journal |
Love is nothing more than an abstract idea to me. I know that I am loved, but for what reason. My family tells me all the time that they love me, but it is meaningless while considered a r... Posted by Knuckles on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
A LOOK INTO MY SANCTUM |
Doomed to a friendship,
Forever wondering possibility.
Shall I ask for more,
And risk the future.
Or perhaps another,
At the expense or now.
Options are bountiful,
Plausable outcomes as numerou... Posted by Knuckles on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Poetic Justice |
My heart tormented,
By that which I can not have.
My mind haunted,
By what might have been.
My family parted,
By this most intriguing example.
My intellect afflicted,
By this most illogical of ... Posted by Knuckles on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |