through the eyes of a fly on the wall.... |
I put up with your shit. All the flippin' time.This is my confrontation with the sheet of paper addressed to you.The type of letter that gets mailed without a stamp.
Unread, unsaid.
It's drama - it'...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 04:41:00 GMT |
inadvertently |
simple enough...
thank you.... for leaving.
you were the only thing holding me back...
and now for all the tears its not worth you're gone and the days are so much brighter.
Posted by on Sat, 25 Oct 2008 04:38:00 GMT |
hard work |
"why won't you follow me?"
I sit here at a desk, I own, on the chair I picked out myself, at the new computer, I spent that little bit extra on, with the expensive frames, enhancing my eyesight and I ...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 13:03:00 GMT |
hours |
As the minutes tick by, the hours get laterthe advancement of the next new beginning"What will you be today?" she says to the imagination on her right.The dress is white, with black trimmings and pane...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 06:02:00 GMT |
just, don’t fight it. |
She stared at the pages.Unfocused and out of line.She kept hoping the words would become a little bigger, a little less vague.She wondered if shear will power would help her here.The alignment of lett...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 02:01:00 GMT |
how can. |
How can one small space of time, change a person so much?How can someone else be responsible for that?How can it blow everything else so out of proportion?
How can being swept off your feet, leav...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 19:37:00 GMT |
there are people.... |
There are people.And then, there are, people.The first are the type that make up the world.The ones who you don't know, don't wish to know, have to know, aren't able to know, know because... well you ...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 23:33:00 GMT |
pimpin’... |
I guess I'm wondering... maybe too indepth for my own good.Regardless, there's a thought running through my head...
If I died tomorrow, would all the people that meant something to me, be all the peop...
Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 07:19:00 GMT |
completely over animated. |
She described him as being some a happy kind of animated.And all she heard was his voice.
In his presence, his appearance, his persona, is only ever what you give to it.Looking from a far, his ap...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 00:51:00 GMT |
wishing your status would change. |
It's a strange mood... a kind of ugly funk.
So much want to the point of need.
I keep thinking I'd absolutely love it, if your status changed.
I keep thinking if it changed, then everything else would...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 02:57:00 GMT |
