Let us discuss Dan for a moment... |
Dan wasn't sure what he was looking for when he came across Leslie. Perhaps he wanted to regain a piece of his past that had eluded him. Or maybe he was hoping this chance encounter would make him re...
Posted by pixcstxs on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 08:53:00 PST |
leslie is further down the rabbithole than most of us |
Leslie has full fledged conversations in her head. In and of itself, such behaviour may seem innocuous. After all, don't most people talk to themselves?Leslie's conversations are different, for she is...
Posted by pixcstxs on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 08:35:00 PST |
leslie (same story different character) |
Leslie and Dan lay side by side on a sagging mattress, staring at the cracked plaster ceiling. They were out of breath and nearly out of time. The sun hung low on the horizon, visible from the tarn...
Posted by pixcstxs on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 07:52:00 PST |
Chuck (just the beginning) |
At 33, Chuck had a brand of apathy that could easily be mistaken for "free-spiritedness", but Chuck knew better. Apathy was apathy. Chuck had a limp, an injury he waxed poetic about, never...
Posted by pixcstxs on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 06:56:00 PST |
begin the beguine |
dancing dirges in the dark
by far, easier
when sleep's elusive
and memory pervasive
there's no use beating a dead horse
but what to do when you can't bear
to bury him?
perversity prevails
and...
Posted by pixcstxs on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:33:00 PST |
lords prayer |
we tell
ourselves lies
to dispel truths
we are not equipped
to handle
we give in to temptations
hoping they will
deliver us from evil
we pray each day
to waken
alive and refreshed
the torme...
Posted by pixcstxs on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 06:30:00 PST |
that which can not be repeat |
what you became
after crossing
the thin line
between the devil's teeth
a stop gap measure
lost pleasures
memories
like smoke
dissipate
the heart grows leary
given time
wounds heal
reveal...
Posted by pixcstxs on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 08:18:00 PST |
wasted |
sometimes
drifting softly
through thoughts
i wonder
just how much
of me
is squandered away
dreaming
is not
doing
being
is not
living life
by simply drifting by
Posted by pixcstxs on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 06:53:00 PST |
dormilona |
i wish to be
asleep for days
on end
to wallow
in the shallows
of inky dream tides
ebb and flow
i have walked
to ends so deep
i've let a gasp
escape
soft and effervescent
translucent
reach...
Posted by pixcstxs on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 07:06:00 PST |
ataraxia (again? im afraid so....) |
imagine
tearing out
a piece of self
selfishly so
for no other reason
aside from convenience
its so much easier
pretending
not to care
nor fear
nor
regret or resent
its much easier to turn
a blind ey...
Posted by pixcstxs on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 07:53:00 PST |
