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F_c"-n; s-c"Love ache.Heartattack.Just take my breathless beats into the next stanza.Tear my bloody organ in a macabre jam. I want no more of this.I want a piece of this.Swooner, take me like bag full... Posted by on Mon, 24 Aug 2009 23:40:00 GMT |
Negative |
I'm sorry. I'm a little off...Lately, I've just been wanting to cry and I've been trying to name reasons.And sometimes, I just begin to cry without warning.I'll try to keep it to myself. Posted by on Fri, 07 Aug 2009 04:42:00 GMT |
My Friends. |
are pretty great. But right now I'm thinking about two special people in my life. Kael and Lauryn.We weren't always friends. In the beginning, I had a different impression of the two. I didn't take Ka... Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 13:51:00 GMT |
I'm Crazy and I'm Hurt |
Its insane the impact people can have on you when you haven't even known them for very long. I'm talking barely seen twice during your job. I'm contemplating my independence.Let's see.. my friends Kae... Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 10:08:00 GMT |
eh. |
I've seen better days. Sitting with one last cigarete in my lap, I'm finally affected by what those mean girls have said. Yes, I do realize how juvenile that sounds, but its true. Its a high school dr... Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 11:15:00 GMT |
Tsunami. Cognate. |
Still water. Calm Surface. Storm.Learn from before.Being true to yourself. Is the most important part of the equation. Nothing is new under the sun. The waves are the wisest. Turning, molding, returni... Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 18:47:00 GMT |
Don’t You Love My Baby? |
Sitting here... in the light of morning, I write a prepositional phrase.In the middle of the sentence.(within the wrong context.)Becoming a fragment.A fragment, just like the self inside of a room tha... Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 04:09:00 GMT |
Robert C. Atkins |
Sitting here, rubbing my unshaved legs together, scratching my wiggling stomach.
Oh god, I think to myself.
"ARe Y0u F4t?!? Click here to get messages sent to your cellphone unknowingly for ti... Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 18:53:00 GMT |
I call this little ditty... |
A swift movement in the air, flicked ash from a burning cigarette.
Snowflakes burning the lashes of ladybugs and butterflies.
Looking to the sky. No relent.
Circle of life.
A swift movement in the ai... Posted by on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 20:05:00 GMT |
Shaking like a leaf. |
I'm in an interesting spot in my life.You have to have that feel. That feel that your in that dark room with all of those smokers. Everything is static and new. So static, that its old. That's used. T... Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 22:17:00 GMT |