A Defining Moment |
I'm dan. And I no longer live for any substance or reason. I have no direction and I'm in no way becoming what I always thought. No, no, I'm just moving around, continuing in whatever unending plane I...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 23:10:00 GMT |
Collected Fragments:Pieces of Energy |
I once tried to be everything you would ever lovethen I tried to be that which you hate.Then I stopped trying.Met at neutral ground.But there's still no escape.---------------------------------that th...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 18:01:00 GMT |
If we are a Note in the Great Crescendo |
As I grow, I find less and less reason to live.I've become terribly good at destroying everything good for me as it comes.Everything good for me as it happens.But as I grow, I find less inclination,le...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 11:45:00 GMT |
TL;DR |
In accordance with the dictates of honor, I now know that we are the monsters. Is it possible for us to succeed and simultaneously be the martyrs? I see now. Driving on the highway, I look and see th...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:35:00 GMT |
The King is Dead! |
What do we have left, if not circles drawn below our eyes? The play of flesh on flesh is a rarity entirely too extreme. There is no perception that can pierce the fine veil you have raised, my dear, a...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 16:18:00 GMT |
Even flaws play and integral role |
We disavow any knowledge of those known as sin eaters.Does absolution have to be granted through worship?Every good deed I do is for naught if I'm not a follower, and it's so hard for me to understan...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 22:05:00 GMT |
He looks so fine with his hair drawn back. |
I am such a fool to think my thinking is fluid, that what I'm doing will turn back a reward, when all I'm doing is sacrifice. I turn to corner, I've embraced the drugs I've inhaled. Ecstacy Pot Meth...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 15:20:00 GMT |
And they were symbols of hope. And the were Gods! |
Paralysis.A cold, creeping feeling on the warm, woolen floor,I can't bear to watch the crucifixion of the young.I remember it, feeling broken, tattered, ragged. Being nothing but a messenger, wonderin...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 10:44:00 GMT |
In between the Tattoos and the Fistfights |
I'm really just human, promise!.I've found my way down to Fort Worth, I'm working, but not enough hours, so I'm looking for another job. I have thirteen days until my next paycheck and five days...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 09:44:00 GMT |
Official Superficial |
The phrase has become all to familiar to me. "It's only a dream, It's Only a Dream!"I couldn't read anything that night. I saw myself, leaner, stronger, better, what I could have been.Dash it all. I'm...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 23:28:00 GMT |
