The Song That Can't be Named |
I am at peace and reposed. yet, how could I ever know. that this is how these things go. hide scars under many coats. you took and shook his great hands.that devil, he's only a man. but you see this i...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Aug 2009 15:55:00 GMT |
space and time |
I believe that I am becoming notorious for thesemood swings.They're not like the kind you find in a schoolyard.These are the kind of swings that lead me to the dark, unwanted places of youth. Still ca...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 00:38:00 GMT |
Living forever just for a day. |
It was Spring when we met.The trees were blossoming. And we got drunk on the pink hue of the burgeoning buds.Your name I can't recall now; I think it started with an A.And you told me that together we...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 00:32:00 GMT |
Porch talk |
There are four of us.A queen, a king, a colonel and a minstrel.Poor as paupers, yet rich as royalty.The type of odd assortment one finds tucked away in a long forgotten drawer.black sheep lined in a r...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 19:31:00 GMT |
The Long Way Down. |
Shimmy and shake those shiny shoes.See that young girl sing the blues.Don't drink the draft of downfall doll,Cling to the sides of your wonder wall.We were dumb, but that's no excuse,we were numb, had...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 13:15:00 GMT |
The first day of the rest of your life. |
so I finally feel strong enough to articulate how I feel.Four months later.And yet, I'm still sitting here, letting the cursor blink onward as a reminder that perhaps I'll never get these feelings int...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 13:29:00 GMT |
Death and Dialogue; |
Breathe
"My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveil A third event to me,So huge, so hopeless to conc...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 13:49:00 GMT |
Oh, Inverted World. |
Greetings, citizens.
We are living in the age where the pursuit of all values other than money, success, fame and glamour, has either been discredited or destroyed;
Pause:
My world is on mute. S...
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 14:10:00 GMT |
Indy Goes Down |
There are dandelions here. They Push their tattered heads up from the tall grass like flecks of gold. Then there are the purple ones I can't seem to name. I can hear a train in the distance. Suburban...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 11:33:00 GMT |
Existential Evangelists |
She saw the horizon as a small dot now. Not unlike every other small dot she had seen in her life, and there were many. Like a period at the end of a line at the beginning of a book.
"Lovely, hush no...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 21:34:00 GMT |
