Dressed For A Funeral |
I looked at myself in the mirror, flattening any wrinkle I could see on the front of my suit. I had just gotten out of the shower. My hair was damp, my skin was clear, I was fresh. I sprayed on some o...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 01:15:00 GMT |
Cause The Chicks Dig It |
City lights, country fires,Traffic jams, and muddy tires.City life, but country style.If I changed my ways, I'd be in denial.Twelve guage shot guns, white Skoal rings.Switch on the radio, Garth Brooks...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 00:52:00 GMT |
We're Just Two Old Guys |
The halls were silent, and the walls were white. Almost like a hospital, but with tan carpet. An occasional nurse walking by, or a family of three entering, or exiting a room. Other than that, this pl...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 00:51:00 GMT |
The Same Life, In a New reflection |
The sound of yelling shattered the hope for sleep tonight, I couldn't close my eyes for two seconds before they were opened again. I just looked up at my ceiling, where a poster of stars was pinned up...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:40:00 GMT |
The Last Few Seconds |
Driving home from Aaron's party, I was tired as hell. Most were drunk, but I chose not to since I was driving my dad's car tonight. I didn't want an officer showing up at my place around two in the mo...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 20:04:00 GMT |
Helpless, In The Eyes Of Life |
Yelling, echoed through the hallway, followed with cries for help. Cries for help, that would be answered by another sip of alcohol, one after another. The floor was cluttered with smashed beer cans, ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 20:02:00 GMT |
Life From A Bottle's Prospective |
Have you ever had one of those nights where something happens that's unexpected? I have, it happened tonight.Ten P.M. I'm watching Jumanji, you know what ninties movie with the board game, and the wil...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 19:59:00 GMT |
Working On Her Next Broken Heart |
The sun was hot, beating down from the clear summer sky. Even though she was sitting underneath the large willow tree behind her house, the breeze drew in the air torwards her. Her cheeks were wet, bu...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 19:57:00 GMT |
The Soul Has A Fish Filter |
Walking straight, foot in front of the other. It was dark, about one-thirty a.m. The moon glared off of the rain soaked hood of the chevy sitting in the yeard. It was a peice, it wouldn't start and ha...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 19:54:00 GMT |
Remember What I Taught You, And Pass It On. |
The snow fell, taking course straight for the ground. A storm was coming, but the snow wasn't going to pick up for about another hour. It was only twenty-eight degrees, but the chilled breeze still fe...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 06:12:00 GMT |
