3 Feet Deep? Western Categorization. |
What's easiest? Learning to live with what you've got or just keeping it under wraps?I can't try to prove myself wrong and learn to live with these spaces we have.Void.I am those fucking flowers on a ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 07:36:00 GMT |
You tune me like the instruments you embellish yourself with. |
I am old enough [to scratch my way out of my old skin]I can accept responsibility [as long as it's not my own fault]I fuck everything [up]And it's these thoughts that so easily tear me apart. You star...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 09:15:00 GMT |
I Just Realized I Am Still In Love. And It’s The Most Painful. |
I wanted so badly to write this poetically. I want so bad for this to have some sort of credibility. I wish that this were not on Myspace. I am so far past caring though.God. I haven't cried this hard...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 21:22:00 GMT |
I am the father of four, and it’s all too hypothetical for me. |
Airplanes in gray skiesMan the autopliot the captain says to me.You are no captain says I, you are merely a coward in uniform. Grace us with your presence once again.Oh loathsome oneIt is my fear and ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 08:15:00 GMT |
I found The Andes while searching for my middle ground. |
It is just like last time. Only lonelier. I have become much to violent for this town.So why does this, now feel so like more should have happened and it did not? Your voice, strong, rendering me spee...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 23:04:00 GMT |
I can’t be liar. Everything’s broken, nothing is working. |
And soon enough, everything becomes one with everything else. It's like a flash of lifht, and everything's harmonious. That pattern leaked across his arm in the read and blue ink. Tying everything int...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 11:34:00 GMT |
That last one we excused. |
From many of my first ideas, I abuse my form. "Wake up" they yell, "you've got so much left to do." And so we arise in the morning and continue the daily abuse, the play by play we allow ourselves. An...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 17:49:00 GMT |
Three Cigarettes and Emotional Rape Later... |
On this dark night, whimsically light. Profoundly ecstatic. This wind blows just so, the clouds glow. The scent and temperature elude to storms ahead.Is this the rocky picture we had in mind? I doubt ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:27:00 GMT |
For The Love of The Second Day [I wrote this the second day we were dating] |
What is this strangeness? This fondness of heart. What am I doing here? With you? It feels like love is being shoved under my nose but I'm too cynical to just reach out and touch it. It can't be real....
Posted by on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 21:10:00 GMT |
For The Love of The Second Day |
[I wrote this the second day we were dating]What is this strangeness? This fondness of heart. What am I doing here? With you? It feels like love is being shoved under my nose but I'm too cynical to ju...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 20:19:00 GMT |
