humility |
I wrapped myself in blind solitude and sat on the wet floor staring into oblivion hoping and reaching for a desirable level of peace in my head. I wished that my absolute silence would undo what I did...
Posted by C on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 09:56:00 PST |
July 18th 2006; one from the memory box. |
You stare at me and I look down at my apple red toes now buried in the mud. I only knew the soft and warm that crawled through my feet. The shade of deep brown that painted everything below my ankles ...
Posted by C on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 08:14:00 PST |
Just a day, like any other day. |
Sitting here, watching porn, painting my toe nails and hunting for navel lint. In the mood for a little maryjane, but she's no where to be found. I skim an old magazine in search for something new as ...
Posted by C on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 11:33:00 PST |
FACTS |
I'm composing random facts about a lot of things, nothing in particular, just interesting things I find...... interesting. Leave one, as a comment, if you wish, and I'll add it. This list is indefinit...
Posted by C on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 05:19:00 PST |
The product of boredom and reflection: My idiosyncratic rambling |
I am nasty but I'm sweet. I'm hard, but I'm emotional. I'm reticent, but never anti-social. I am passive, not ambivalent. I am kind, not weak. I am evil but not vindictive. I love to dream but I am no...
Posted by C on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 07:17:00 PST |
A.M. : Would Not Come |
If I make a lot of tinsel then people will want to. If I am hardened, no fear of further abandonment. If I am famous then maybe I'll feel good in this skin. If I am cultured my words will some how gar...
Posted by C on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 05:12:00 PST |
So I've heard.... |
People always want to know what a drug feels like, not neccessarily in general, but through other peoples' views and experiences; so here's what I know.Acid feels like you're free falli...
Posted by C on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 09:54:00 PST |
In the Morning |
A soft imprint and subtle scents lay heavily within and on these pillows. Sweet smells stay on my skin like fresh memories and I think of you. This egyptian cotton is still warm; a fading 90 degrees. ...
Posted by C on Thu, 11 May 2006 10:55:00 PST |
The affair of a weekend. |
When it was warm outside we'd chase fireflies in the dark.Nice and slow. In the quiet. In the dark. bare feet, warm skin, summer scents, and dimly-lit porch steps.I'd drink warm wine from his wine gla...
Posted by C on Wed, 10 May 2006 11:31:00 PST |
