18220310

Ode to an Artist

.. --> .r{} p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 06:49:00 GMT

On Life.

Pass it on.

Just a couple thoughts for someone that tried to tell me something that I couldn't believe. I'm taking a moment to try, and to hope that this person will consider me a friend, for I know that I can re...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 09:36:00 GMT

Just a thought...

God damn it... I just... I've got to get it down. I could think of a million words I wanted to say, but now that I'm here... It's all just so fleeting. I don't think I can take much more, really. I ju...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 09:30:00 GMT

Meh.

You know, I've never had a problem with being alone. In fact, I've always been uncomfortable around other people. I used to think being alone was the greatest feeling in the world; silence, solitude. ...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 19:18:00 GMT

Conundrum

Time is wasted on some;we kill to die and die to live,through steel and glass we touch the skies,we love to get, yet hate to give,and swear to Gods on poison lies.From strength we flee, to terror clin...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 15:13:00 GMT

Rain

Feel the rain against your skin,watch it driving down the glass,smell, taste, listen.Bring about a revolution,take me to a special world;the rain is my abdication,shedding the light that shines on my ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 18:25:00 GMT

Art In A Can

Fine artin all its majestyconstantly rotating in a whimsical patternacross the lacquered wooden universeI embrace it gentlybut can't seem to hold it strongly enoughto keep it in this realm of divinity...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 23:52:00 GMT

Nostalgia

The polka dot rhythm of yournostalgic night spent in ragtimelulls me into a melodic preservationof the childhood I've only known in dreams.Poison lies and tattooed men forgotten,in sleep I can taste t...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 04:00:00 GMT

I Insist.

To be blunt or submissive,I often wonder of myself.My sharp tongue has had mein trouble in the past,just as it would have me inhatred and bitter angstshould I unleash it on you.The phantom wordslinger...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 18:07:00 GMT

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

My Blog