Introduction... |
still messing around with world-sized idea that I have, but I think I may be narrowing it down...
It was raining again. The beads of moisture sliding down the window pane, slowly falling ... Posted by Mikk on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 09:33:00 PST |
A Reflection (A short of what still to come) |
Over the past two years i have been working on a project that hopefully one day i can put together in a novel that reflects the lives of people i have been lucky enough to meet, but here is a short fr... Posted by Mikk on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 03:36:00 PST |
dude, why wont this work? |
what the fuck...
seriously. Posted by Mikk on Sun, 29 Jan 2006 08:06:00 PST |
Two thoughts brought from boredom |
A New Game We Play.
Drink now, taste later
This is what she says to make me feel better
Lying on parents beds,
Out on the balcony
Staring at open skies,
Hoping now that one wish will come
&nbs... Posted by Mikk on Wed, 05 Oct 2005 05:23:00 PST |
Pictures of a Pole. (creative writing piece .2) |
Pictures of a Pole
Dont think of life as a life or death matter, because youll die a lot of times.
- Van Wilder -
The truth about heaven is that it rains all day long.
- Ben Jorgensen ... Posted by Mikk on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Flying Underwater (A creative writing project) |
This is a work in progress...This version is the finished piece of an assignment for a creative writing class...
I think this is the closest I have ever been to flying. I never had the pleasure of ... Posted by Mikk on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
This is you getting run over by a truck...Originally performed by my heart... |
Dear (Your name here),
I think of you a lot. And everytime you enter my mind, It is always followed the sharpest object I can find. Don't worry babe, its not for you, it is for me. There is no oth... Posted by Mikk on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Understanding In a Heart Break. |
It happens once every year,
and it's all ways the end of fall.
Loves are broken
and words are spoken
I hate this autumn atmosphere.
It's the not talking,
Why can't we speak? (I ... Posted by Mikk on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
It has lost all meaning. |
The lighting wave that bring blue flowers ate my pens as I walk to the moon after Sunday last yesterday lost garlic in my gasoline. Only jupiter knows the paper pad cell phone stapler, in wh... Posted by Mikk on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
100 Dollars = Drinking Alone |
Imagine a room, filled with with people. People with alternative personalities. For one night. 600 hundred dollars of alcohol. Sorority girls. Music and Cowboy hats. You see two people sitting on a so... Posted by Mikk on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |