wilD stReaM of A reClUse - A Poem |
Monotony the Murderer of life!no time and if there was there is nothing to do with itno friends, no girl, no life!work to continue an exit-stance on painwhat keep me going? what keeps me sane?faded dr...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Sep 2009 00:45:00 GMT |
My Mind Is Like Super Glue - A Poem |
nicotine induced paranoia, im a facade to this outside world, a smiling pulp fermenting at the bottom of this glass, likelyhood of actually being noticed slim to nil, i notice the fronts of others, th...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 13:05:00 GMT |
Nicotine Womb - A Poem |
Nicotine WombLock has been changedCells in disarrayFloating down an abstract plainMaslow was right Confined in a nicotine wombSleep an escapeFermenting interior lobesWatering down the point ...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 15:33:00 GMT |
Tiny Blessing - A Short Story |
Tiny Blessing He ripped open my blouse and like a rabid cat pawed at my breasts with his dirty dingy hands. I struggled and tried to break free from his savage grip but it was impossi...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 19:04:00 GMT |
Past Tense - A Short Story |
Past Tense As I approached the bus stop I saw an old man sitting upon it hunched down staring at the dirty pavement below his feet. He was dressed in a once distinguished suit which now s...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 18:07:00 GMT |
Reflection - A Short Story |
Reflection As I walked into the dirty dingy club I loosened the grip on my cold steel pistol. I always traveled with a gun, especially at night when the degenerates were set free from their drug in...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 18:05:00 GMT |
