Abrupt’n’happy. |
So, pardon the urge, it's been awhile
since I've written about a certain sense of smile
A sense of comfort in knowing
certain elation is damn worth showing
Pardon nothing and everything...
&nbs... Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 01:00:00 GMT |
What can I say... |
Words can slip through my fingers
and
onto any apparatus that shall have them.
For convenience sake, my views are publicized.
There have been days that I still can't understand
There are days that wil... Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 01:27:00 GMT |
What can I say... |
Words can slip through my fingers
and
onto any apparatus that shall have them.
For convenience sake, my views are publicized.
There have been days that I still can't understand
There are days that wil... Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 01:27:00 GMT |
Words, feelings, and their descriptions. |
The human mindscape...
it rises and sinks.
Much like the tide,
rolling over rocks and items of the unknown-
never quite understood, but always present entities of the subconcious.
Human emotion is sim... Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 02:31:00 GMT |
G’Bye, Jordan! 5-06-08 |
I've lost my first dog. Coincidentally, the best dog in the world, next to my other dog. She was a bitch at most times, but the first wet nose-hopefully the only wet nose-to greet me when I cried, or ... Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 06:42:00 GMT |
I am making words hit paper again. |
To the same degree of what it's worth,
I am worth a thousand its.
It defines me in its infinite possibilities.
It is a word that makes up every part
of the universe-
no questions asked.
Question me an... Posted by on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 18:07:00 GMT |
Sometimes... |
Confusion reigns over me sometimes.
Sometimes I pretend everything, yet understand nothing.
Sometimes I feel an incredulous wave of sadness
A pillow that resorts to no comfort, but a drowning in.
Dep... Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 22:27:00 GMT |
Unusual follow-up that makes no sense... |
My only stability is a sock-footed floor
My body's always content; my conscience longs
for more
In the evening, crazy days melt away
like a haze I'm always in
Where do I begin?
I feel like it's a sin
... Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 18:03:00 GMT |
Everything you need to know. |
Distressed is the best word that I could never use.
I'm a big fan of sandwiches.
One of my eyes squint more than the other when I smile.
I can't touch cans with previous fingerprints on them.
I have a... Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 17:42:00 GMT |
Per Request |
You'll forget me and things'll only get easier
And by the time you turn around I'll be a
nonexistent memory
And when travesty becomes a part of what we used
to be
Simply think of all the pretty thin... Posted by on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 18:49:00 GMT |