The Great Batman vs. Superman Debate! or "The Never Ending Battle" |
It began with, perhaps, the smallest of things. A question, really."Who is the cooler character: Batman or Superman?"You would think someone could just answer, oh, I don't know, one or the other and ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Sep 2009 01:34:00 GMT |
Dreams of Heaven |
I wasn't there there the day you sprouted wings and left mundane concerns behind. Like a white butterfly in the summer, you felt the cool pull of autumn and left for brighter skies. I can't help but ...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Jul 2009 01:00:00 GMT |
MIsadventures on the Road |
So recently, I have come into possession of 1987 Chevy Blazer 4X4.Downside: It's white and orange. Oh well, what are you gonna do?Hehehe, soooo a 4X4! Yess!!!The fun! The excitement!The adventure!Th...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Jul 2009 22:42:00 GMT |
Armchair Existentialism |
When I was younger I used to agonize and spend long sleepless nights staring at the ceiling. Long past the time everyone else I knew was sleeping I was till trapped in a myriad of existential questio...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 20:26:00 GMT |
Who's Going to Tell Her? |
The silence is shattered by the sounds of her criesNo one to help her when her innocence diesHer life is shattered by the trappings of trustAll her dreams crumble and turn into dustShe's alone in her ...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 01:19:00 GMT |
Never Will |
Over night cast shadowsThrough walls of ichor and laceSlowly in the places between spacesWhere devils lose their wayIn the halls where men scream in silenceSits a lone angel who speaks no wordEchoing ...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 02:59:00 GMT |
Holding the Dawn |
I want to take the dawn and hold it in my armsTo feel the fire of the sun between my fingersTo let the light fill me and raise my joyTo lose myself in its promiseI wish to lose myself in a song of the...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 08:41:00 GMT |
Bleeding to Death |
I had an interesting dream last night. Vivid in detail and terrifying in content.I am walking to the bathroom in my parent's house when I feel something solid in my mouth. I reach in and pull out wh...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 00:58:00 GMT |
A Strange Story About Love |
The soft wind blows through the old trees, near dead leaves rustling softly. He sits there on the top of the hill, under the old Oak, his blue eyes surveying the grassy fields below. His blond hair ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 08:46:00 GMT |
A Quiet Drive |
So I was driving home one morning. The streets were thick with fog and the half moon sheds a little illumination, so its hard to see. The radio is playing Seether and I am not really paying attentio...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 09:54:00 GMT |
