My son... |
... verbalizes his 3 year old emotions as effortlessly as picking daisies in a field, rather he plucks bits of love from the atmosphere & forms them into sweet everythings that he whispers to his momm... Posted by on Wed, 05 Aug 2009 14:58:00 GMT |
Impressions |
The problem with impressions is that when you give one, some may generalize it as all or most of what you are.If I give a raw, unfiltered impression too soon upon meeting someone, they are likely to t... Posted by on Wed, 22 Jul 2009 14:28:00 GMT |
I feel alright... |
My mood changes at night, when its dark outside but for the pale moonlightI can hear my dog checking the perimiter, but he's nowhere in sightI'm thankful that we're all safe & breathingMy son is peace... Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 07:51:00 GMT |
In the end... |
Its still sad & still sucksNo matter what we do in life, things end...Friendships Relationships SummerFallConcertsBooksLife...It all comes to an end eventuallyThe point I think, is to enjoy it when it... Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 20:47:00 GMT |
Funny Fuckin Shit |
Im angry & fed up with that shit & that talk & that talking ass shit! So fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it fuck it. 2 tears in a bucket fuck it! Fuck it on pancakes, fuck it on a train, in the rain, fuck it... Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 22:58:00 GMT |
I left my heart in the ghetto... |
I left my heart in the ghetto To make a new start I had to let goAll that I knew, all that I was, all that Id fought forWasnt enough for a whole lifetime I wanted more&So I packed up my bags & all... Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 16:34:00 GMT |
The loneliness birds |
As I sat on the rock high on my hill, and as the sun began to set over the bushveld, I grew up. Just like that. The loneliness birds stopped laying stone eggs, they rose from their stone nests and f... Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 13:16:00 GMT |
What I wish I was doing today... |
Blankets, a deck of cards, candles, tetris, a picture of my dog & my son, plain sandwiches with no amenities because we're on some basic needs shit, a radio, pen & paper, a treehouse and a lover... A... Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 08:28:00 GMT |
I wonder what other weirdos would think it was funny... |
A few minutes ago I went to the restroom here at work. I got to the part where I wash my hands in the sink. I look at the countertop & there is a white, thumb tack staring at me point first. I wonde... Posted by on Mon, 12 Jan 2009 09:52:00 GMT |
Any headline would be misleading. |
My life at the present state is just a bunch of logical choices, no emotion, no passion, no movement. Just logic. What makes sense for dinner today? What bills am I going to pay with this paycheck? Wh... Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 15:48:00 GMT |