Poetry Blog: Fuck You |
as if you're smokin' powder puffs,get over it.as if you're clappin' your hands against the beat,get over it.pullin' young girls into bars and t-exxin' up a frenzy,get over it.pullin' drunk girls into ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 21:34:00 GMT |
Poetry Blog: Crooked |
Night brings the death of Love,
and to the birth of Day's grievances,
speaking only from the above,
Day would scorn, "a soul dances,"
and Night would reply, "my soul can taint your life."
as Ni...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 17:25:00 GMT |
Poetry Blog: You save me |
fearful beasts sleep beside me in bed.
there is no sanctuary,
no safety, no reassurance,
no reason to have ambition,
no reason to breathe,
no reason to love.
men in midnight cloaks trespass my t...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 17:21:00 GMT |
Photo Blog: Daily Beauties |
and the after party...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 22:43:00 GMT |
Psychology Blog: Are you a fucking racist? |
Tap into your unconscious:Harvard: Project Implicithttps://implicit.harvard.edu/implicit/Demonstration --> Go to the Demonstration Task --> I Wish to Proceed (are you sure?) --> Race AITWith ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 21:51:00 GMT |
Philosophy Blog: Just when you're frustrated you don't know anything.. |
It would be nice to think that you decided to click on my blog on your own free will - that you had the free action, the choice, to brush your teeth this morning, or to not.Well, I am here to put an i...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 01:44:00 GMT |
Poetry Blog: This Poem, This Sculpture |
When a poem is a sculpture, bare skin and bonesbare mind and soul,a poem, then, is a sculpture under scrutiny,by envious eyes and egotistical endeavors. When a poem is a sculpture, diverse in shape, s...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 19:18:00 GMT |
Poetry Blog: Untitled 1 |
Power signals the movement ofhustle bustle silhouettes, from,concentration to appreciation, from,man's grays to mother's greens.Metal mouths with ageless teeththat eyes take no time to look throughare...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 19:15:00 GMT |
Poetry Blog: August selection |
there's this cycle ofintensity.there's that never endingpassion summer days are fazed when sweat and sexsprawled over your sheetsdominate our days. fall nights are not forgettable, when,your father'...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 12:00:00 GMT |
Poetry Blog: November selection |
Trace your back, and
shivers welcome my personal marks around
your curves, up your thighs, and
into excessive mounds of cloth&
Your sensual, rocking body - everything my shy eyes lusted for...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 10:59:00 GMT |
