The Friction of Fiction |
It occurred to me recently that something is wrong...so vague and indescript... this approximation of mine,smothered in chaos, though bitter and strong...Misfigured, misguided, mishandled, mistaken......
Posted by I Guess. on Fri, 04 May 2007 12:54:00 PST |
Random acts of human kindness |
Rule.
That's it really. Bet you didn't see that one coming.
Posted by I Guess. on Fri, 04 May 2007 09:18:00 PST |
The fish and the Sailors |
Through sea we go striding, so boldly, so mightily,
Vitally joined with a few many things.
Wind-driven sails send us destined for somewhere,
Yet nowhere, alas, still blinded b...
Posted by I Guess. on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:31:00 PST |
I liked this idea |
Anyone who reads this...Ask me something. Something that requires a good answer, a lenghty answer, an honest answer, or an opinionated answer. I just want to share.Share anything requested....
Posted by I Guess. on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 09:41:00 PST |
Malum Intus |
There will come soon a day when we're all held accountable, it need be today, or God willing, tomorrow. A pariah kept within us; vile, though surmountable,Held deep away, obscured in our sorrow....
Posted by I Guess. on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 01:25:00 PST |
Are you fucking shitting me!? |
I just wrote definitely one of my better pieces of poetry, spending a respectable time ensuring it's quality.
So I click 'preview and post', to look my work over to once again ensure its goodness, and...
Posted by I Guess. on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 04:10:00 PST |
Let's remember places |
Okay so forget the good writing form right now, I just want to get this out of my head before time takes its intimacy away from me.So I see this bulletin, entitled 'fuck the troops'. Curiously I open ...
Posted by I Guess. on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 03:49:00 PST |
Spur of the night time |
The lateness grows later, the land in such quiet.
Dementia's greatness grows greaters, the dark to supply it,
and swift to apply it; the shadows consume me.
Amoungst such...
Posted by I Guess. on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 03:35:00 PST |
Thoughts |
I've having immense poetry-writer's-block.
And I love poems.
They can simplify ten thousand words into something so delicate and charming.
But the rhyming part of my mind has not been working well in ...
Posted by I Guess. on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 06:50:00 PST |
The ink in my arm (a poem, not a picture) |
Blind we all are as to what truly pain is.What living and giving and dying in vain is.What pleasure by sunshine and crying by rain is,and what trying your damndest and seeing no gain is.Heinous this i...
Posted by I Guess. on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 06:24:00 PST |
