Burial |
Deserted indeedby one to the other.Abandoned?Perhaps, but not likely.Come back when the heat begins to burn.Play that face for me, you too,play that friend of mine.Hold tight to one anotheras the lock... Posted by eaten like air on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 10:31:00 PST |
Breaking Windows |
The two boys crouch down, slide sideways through the hole in the fence, thenscurry over the body of a fallen oak, the one they occasionally whacked with bamboo, exposing the soft flesh under its rotti... Posted by eaten like air on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 12:21:00 PST |
True or False? |
Self realization comes with a price.
You can accept this toll and move on or or refuse to pay and take another road.
By refusing you are denying your true self and in term lying to yourself.
Anythi... Posted by eaten like air on Mon, 26 Sep 2005 07:28:00 PST |
A poem... |
Tell Everyone that you see
this poem is awsome!!!
-Convey youself-
The final days have arrived.
Leave no one alive.
Untouched by words not spoken,
Thus never changing.
Bloo... Posted by eaten like air on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
An Opera |
Here is something I wrote in my music class. Its an opera. Bear with me...
Characters: (don't have names yet.) Pregnant wife, Husband, Doctor + his assistant, Wives' best friend.
(this was... Posted by eaten like air on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Hey friendly sailor... |
One night, I thought to myself "whats the quickest way i can make myself smile?" And soon enough i had thought of it. I could walk down the street and talk to people who arent really there. I frant... Posted by eaten like air on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Sleepless nights have become mine |
Some nights, like tonight, I can't fall asleep because Im busy thinking about a lot of different things and it feels good. I know i have to get up in a few hrs but I dont mind because I feel like im ... Posted by eaten like air on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
What irks me? |
I really wish i could pick my classes by watching the teacher's methods of teaching. I have one teacher who comes into class with his shirt half tucked in and his hair messed up as if he just woke up... Posted by eaten like air on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Isnt it? |
Its so weird how you can feel so different and seperated from the people who you've called your friends for soo long. Im not one to turn down a night out with my friends but lately when they ask me t... Posted by eaten like air on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |