eberto

fragments

i should sleep.all i want to achieve right now is peace.i want to write until i can no longer form words.play music until my fingers ache and bleed.die, only to awake again.i want new, i want old.i wa...
Posted by eberto on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 11:49:00 PST

safe dolphin

it's been well over a year since i had the true desire to sit here and write words i once felt were meaningful. it's been several months since i've even bothered to attempt to illustrate my thoughts w...
Posted by eberto on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 09:16:00 PST

glycerol

the things we didwe should have never donethe words we spokeshould have never crossed our lipsbut each morning i wake, i thank god that, for that short period of time, you were the best friend i could...
Posted by eberto on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 05:12:00 PST

black socks

hurt me.hurt me like before.so i can, once again, freely express my thoughts. so i can, once again, write with clarity, and substance.hurt me, so that i have something to dwell on. something to add me...
Posted by eberto on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 11:20:00 PST

how to disappear completely

i'm an idiot.thank you for once again proving that.i'm just thankful i didn't allow anyone else to bear witness to my foolishness. not this time.keep your empty words, and your meaningless gestures. t...
Posted by eberto on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 10:55:00 PST

things gone and things still here

The writing between us is beautiful. Some of it is sad. But all of it is always useful and always funny. Even the angry, ankle-biting bits. It would be a shame to lose it all in some fit of rationale....
Posted by eberto on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 10:44:00 PST

meet me in montauk

the memories we waste so much time and effort on forgettingare those that, in the end, we want so badly to rememberthe feeling of your hand in minethe feeling of being careless, a reckless approach to...
Posted by eberto on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 01:48:00 PST

flourescein

lie on your back, and stare at the ceiling.take another drag off your umpteenth cigarette of the night.you keep telling yourself that another one won't hurt, but before you know it, you've smoked your...
Posted by eberto on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 10:55:00 PST

morose

there are certain songs that seem to never lose the ability to remind. the songs best listened to in an empty parking lot, mid-day. or on a hillside, the words, they paint the brightest pictures. the...
Posted by eberto on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 02:56:00 PST

une erreur dans l'interprétation

so french was never my forte, and i don't pretend that it was. this is an attempt to remember [with a little help from my friends] some of that which i learned all those many years ago.Je suis dans l'...
Posted by eberto on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 05:29:00 PST