No More Stories Are Worth Telling |
I've got a million and one ideas that I've been scratching at for weeks. Though without vocal chordsthey still scream when I cut into them.Avoiding shopping mallsand bathroom stalls I'll enjoy the win...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jan 2010 20:21:00 GMT |
The warden won't mind |
My lungs deceive me. I need time but these walls won't let go. My lungs are guilty as ghosts, quietly whispering. I finally found my voice, beneath bed sheets and winter silences, choking the air that...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Sep 2009 17:18:00 GMT |
Mirrors Don't Lie |
Morning Glories kiss the necks of colder moments past. For
days and months and years weve cultivated conversations carelessly designed.
Eyes keep searching for depth beyond vanity but mirror...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Aug 2009 20:24:00 GMT |
Doomed to Death In Delivery |
I feel I am shrinking; I am wilting underneath an artificial
sky. I woke up to endless halls and silent ghosts chasing unseen hosts. Sanitarium
laughter and taxidermy smiles, Doctor I cant t...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Aug 2009 23:13:00 GMT |
I wish you well, as opposed to falling down a well... |
I find myself in precarious situations. In awkward trouble. It's not that any of this affects me, but I keep my fingers tightly crossed. The reprise of failure firmly planted on the tip of my bloody t...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 23:54:00 GMT |
Othello was a B'otch |
I've been holding my breath so long, kissing the water with my toes, not yet willing to jump in. I know the moment I do its going to suck the air out of me, but occasionally a windbag needs that. I li...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 20:35:00 GMT |
Esprit d'escalier (The Wit of the Staircase) |
Its been a while...You've got me so wrong. I'm dying to figure out where I'm running toobut I've got a feeling I lost my point of view. Pull back my scalp to see what's on my mind.Clench your teeth an...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Feb 2009 23:32:00 GMT |
Sandpaper Eyes |
This was taken from Bill Marhr's Religioulous. And I couldn't agree more. "...Religion must die, for man to live. The hour is getting very to be able to indulge in key decisions made by religious peop...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 14:48:00 GMT |
Digging up Graves |
What does it mean to be respected by less than respectable people? Ican only beg of the simplest of minds, the feeblest of attempts to beloved in my peers eyes. I'm too proud to admit the truth - That...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 09:47:00 GMT |
To Have Suceeded |
To laugh often and much To win the respect of intelligent people To gain the affection of children To learn the appreciation of honest critics To endure the betrayal of false friends To appreciat...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Dec 2008 03:02:00 GMT |
