Disconnected |
One day you'll wake up, and all your dreams will be dust.I will be riding the pine still, with my head facing down. Picking up the pennies, lost trails. Each cent dragging the completion of tasks furt...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 16:28:00 GMT |
carbonado |
Come about transfer of fluids. Stop throwing empty change. Digest the secrets laid to brimming wells. Search through darkness, stomach ill thoughts. Like the mad, repeat, repeat. This is a stain, ill-...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 19:37:00 GMT |
more soul: good mourning saturdays |
One of my favorite memories, comes from my childhood. Clearly I remember the joy of early mornings on Saturday, and how the light beamed in so warm and bright. Lying down, just soaks in the warmth, cl...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 14:28:00 GMT |
The El Le |
The glory of youth fades. Are we all setting ourselves for checks? Flaming out, we were supposed to be. We were never meant for this. The fall. Our Fall. Your Fall. The road leads here, dead "celebrit...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 06:00:00 GMT |
smiling flash........ |
Peeking in, sneaking a glance. The doors forced open. Change, the smell fresh and new. Rest Easy. Rush out? I used to be different, I am not really like this. Everyone else seems unlike they were, hav...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 06:35:00 GMT |
..the distance we traveled! |
As a youth I acted like an asshole, little of a hardcase. I shut them out, I put them out, before they reached the door. Constructed armor built upon fear, a little shelter to keep life at bay. I walk...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 18:23:00 GMT |
three . one four |
I guess I've never grown apartI just took it up into my barkSpent a third of the yearHanging on, holding up for callsRight now not sure I'd pick upThis could go on and on...Rounding up, staying strong...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 05:49:00 GMT |
Fear isn’t a Freedom..it is a chain |
Why am I lying to myself? Relapsing is always so hard. The pain of starting new again, but I swear I'd rather hurt, than be empty. You see, you could talk me through this, a little breathing room. Tou...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Oct 2008 14:17:00 GMT |
You are the believer |
I am drowning. I am dying in the muddy waters. The world makes me sick, I make myself sick. Replacements all failed, the only safety I ever found has worn. The netting has developed weakness. Do these...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 14:40:00 GMT |
mistakes |
No matter what I do things refuse to come out right. I seem like a jerk, like a madman. I am not. Feeling better then I have in so long, and I am sorry. When you come around I choke up, I freeze, my b...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 14:45:00 GMT |
