Cant Help It |
Tomorrow I embark on a festive outing. Nothing's certain but the destination and my trip-mate. In what maybe but 24 hours 'til I see what's what. It's been always between what I saw ...
Posted by Aiight . . . on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 02:24:00 PST |
The Sting in the Air |
My commute this morning has a shaper wind to it. The breeze passes across the scrapes down my face. An environment on mute, it seemed. Like nature gave me those few moments for my th...
Posted by Aiight . . . on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 06:45:00 PST |
Wash my Hands |
The sight of your own heart ripped out of your chest, even though it was already offered . . . in her clutches, still beating with hopes of being fulfilled. And then to stand there and watch it ...
Posted by Aiight . . . on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 07:13:00 PST |
My Five Betrayals |
You know the feeling?
YOU know . . . when you find the "apple of your eye" equipped with
the personality that proves that there's hope in a compatible relationship.
Then it's ripped from your grips a...
Posted by Aiight . . . on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 02:02:00 PST |
Makes sense . . . |
Ahh, okay. I understand it all now. I was as stubborn as can be about it all. Not really sure whether it was one thing, another or the disastrous mixture of it all. But I must ...
Posted by Aiight . . . on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 01:32:00 PST |
[Tires Screech] |
When I'm here, I'm ignored
I reach and grab to you looking for interaction and laughter. A chuckles surfaces here and there but for the most part, a fool is how I'm seen instead the "jokester".&...
Posted by Aiight . . . on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 09:10:00 PST |
The Chilling Truth |
Vision's blurred and distorted. Not sure if this way's right. I'm lost and alone with no compass in life's forest. Oddly enough, I'm in a crowded room. I survey the gathering i...
Posted by Aiight . . . on Mon, 24 Dec 2007 08:51:00 PST |
My Time with You |
I cherish the seconds. . .
we are together. It's been such a long time where I've had so much fun with someone else. You have this freedom about you that I adore and crave. Just one ...
Posted by Aiight . . . on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 11:47:00 PST |
This is what I mean |
Each foot step forward seems a waste.
Every pass of the pen feels wrong.
All ideas are blown to bits before even spreading its wings for the first time.
Progression starts to sound like a myth more an...
Posted by Aiight . . . on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 10:28:00 PST |
Finally the Planet Implodes |
This is a note for you guys . . . This one's a long one. Go 'head and get pop some popcorn, sit back with nice a beverage and kick your feet up aaaand enjoy.
So, I'm headed to wo...
Posted by Aiight . . . on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 11:42:00 PST |
