Farewell, Train Girl |
I don't know who you were.But your plight moves me beyond comprehension.What was so insurmountably overwhelmingThat compelled you to end it allOn the railsThat day?I can't imagineThough I presume ther...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 04:28:00 GMT |
Red lights |
Red lights begin to flash:The first, then the second,Then the first againIn incessant alternating sequence.In their flocks people beckon the call,Hearkening to its message, "It is come!"Standing in aw...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 04:49:00 GMT |
The precocious child prince |
So after years of receiving praise for works of an excellent nature and conjuring jealousy from other people, the child who possessed abilities far advanced for his age begins to feel inferior in the ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 19:41:00 GMT |
The curse of the infidel |
With a lack of direction concomitant to an intermittency in motivation, it seems as though most of what is presented to me as 'desirable' or 'necessary' or 'substantial' are just vagaries of what I pe...
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 22:35:00 GMT |
Aftershocks |
It is only in sobriety that one achieves clarity as to what one has done in an intoxicated stupor. Through an inability to comprehend, the mind is clouded by many spurious justifications and ostensibl...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 07:25:00 GMT |
An unaccomplished, revoked, disseminated self |
I am told that I often manifest pretence through my charades of self-importance. And that I possess very strong views about intellectualism and my subjective elite (which obviously revolves around ind...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 08:53:00 GMT |
I am pleased to announce... |
...that the remote has been found. And that I can actually survive going out for two nights in a row. And that lighters, when thrown at me, graze my skin. And that you should never trust $5 'red win...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 10:17:00 GMT |
Ahh... Poetry. |
UnchangedThe streets remain perfunctory as beforeContinuing their bustle and their lore.They glance at me, whose life is but a blur,Whose hand by which that fateful thing occurred.But I remain a trivi...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 07:13:00 GMT |
The joys of university life... |
My inquiry about taking extra subjects at university was gravely rejected today and not even by some figure of prominent influence but by a mere receptionist. "It's our duty of care," she commented,...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 03:50:00 GMT |
A previous attempt at self-identification. |
A pervasive malady is obliged by this onerous task of self-identification...and it cannot be remedied.To begin with I must assert that I find it difficult to fully elaborate on myself. I have tried c...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 07:02:00 GMT |
