Fingertips have memories |
A slash of skin, a bruise, a loss of hair. Emotion swept away with the sweat. The cylinder works as long as the fumes don't run out. The curve of a figurine lingers in the minds of my fingertips, a...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 20:24:00 GMT |
will you remember me at all? |
the right side of the bed has been cold for much too long. I don't care much that I can't seem to find the velvet, but when I turn I shouldn't see my bathroom door. The crumpled sheets tha...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 22:39:00 GMT |
a lonely txt |
Her: Would you rather be with the wrong person?Me : : I wouldn’t know the difference until it was too late anyway. I deal with love lost, through substitution and devotion to someone new. ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 22:41:00 GMT |
The suicide of a misfit |
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I wanted to be happy
I wanted to be strong
I've simply found in life I don't belong.
I'm a Jack-of-all trades
But no one needs a little
My life has become one simple story
That peopl...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 18:35:00 GMT |
Why I am the way I am |
People sometimes wonder, "Why do you need a girlfriend?". Basically asking me why do I place such an importance on a girlfriend. Well let me fill you in on why I am the way I am.
Growing up in P...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 07:37:00 GMT |
Amused and Jaded |
Something tragic happens: the loss of a loved one, an accident, a tramatic experience. You fall into the arms of the one you are closest to.
That's not love, that's infatuation. You...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 16:36:00 GMT |
This was something I posted on LJ a year ago, seemed fitting |
standing at the end, i looked to the skyi saw her face in the moon, and saw my lifethe beach, the water, a paradise by dayin darkness the sands swept cleani saw my path, as i walked alongmy path match...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 06:58:00 GMT |
