I used to talk on telephones |
because of an urgeI'm changing.Missing family.Yet the phone haunts me.It's almost dead.(old I mean)But really.In the past I was a phone addict.And now-I'm not sure
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jul 2010 21:37:00 GMT |
Youre An American Apparel Model |
Youre An American Apparel Model
Okay, so weve been dating for a while now and you have yet to put
pants on. Im sorry, but I cant introduce you to my family while
youre wearing a see through m...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Dec 2009 09:12:00 GMT |
. |
My life's a lot like a Korean soap opera sometimes.
Posted by on Wed, 14 Oct 2009 21:55:00 GMT |
need to |
Make a move already.
Posted by on Tue, 18 Aug 2009 02:16:00 GMT |
Work shift hell |
So weird to be on after months of ignoring it.I am wide awake at 4am and the sun will be out to nag me to my grave.Two hours left of darkness. One lousy curtain.My work shift is set to destruct.10am-2...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 01:08:00 GMT |
desk,chairs,ambition |
a desk would be easierdraw,type correctly , use punctuationthough ,no promisesa seat would be nice, to lean posture, chairman support groupscreams "production!" "lights!""TOO MUCH WEIGHT BUDDY"a desk...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Aug 2009 15:01:00 GMT |
Where is escape? |
The same cars,colors,people,places everything, faded and mute.Radio stations play ,dead ,money driven music.It's a common, yet simple pattern..History has always been as it is. Following shallow tre...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Aug 2009 19:23:00 GMT |
old man old man old |
on his birthday he awakened to ecosystem breakthroughs sewers trailing skeletons,facelesstwo hundred and six few, brittle ivory ghosts,silently decomposing,whisperingwhile life continues,breathlessly...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Aug 2009 15:51:00 GMT |
schooldays |
after bell hoursthey scheme ,we leave the schoolyardbutin that roomevery second was precious wasted waiting for three's chime counting down eight hourswhile learning separation , subjectionfear of pov...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Jul 2009 14:53:00 GMT |
summer,rather not |
chirps over missing teeth,her cowboy hat ,red accentstho happily,its saddeningas she marches homethey smile ,witness , wavefrom windows,i'd rather not nor ,chairs of neighborblood the dusty road br...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Jul 2009 22:43:00 GMT |
