Black Light Soul |
Black light soul, pulled beneath the surface.
GLOW, in the seemingly forever darkness.
I sway to the rhythm, unheard, except for me.
Dropping shackles, the cold metal suddenly as soft as a cloud.... Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 16:21:00 GMT |
Personality tests are creepy |
Not that anyone really needs to know this much about me... lol.
Your view on yourself:Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you bec... Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 17:40:00 GMT |
The Pictures I paint... |
Use the pretense of my vocabulary
to see my soul oh damp and dreary,
and hear the pain my heart emits
my aura drudged out and yearning betwix.
Oh don't you pine for smiles and passion,
and ache to vi... Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 16:35:00 GMT |
Living without liberty is not living. |
My father is a First Sergeant, my brother a Staff SergeantI will not betray their loyalty. some thoughts from a First Sergeant in the US Army:DO NOT FORGET"I sat in a movie theater watching "Schindler... Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 19:50:00 GMT |
You can never truely understand Alaskans, unless you’ve been to Alaska... |
This is why Alaskans are AWESOME...*you wish seagulls came with a mute button* you can go to McDonald's' and order off the $1.50 menu which they feel is equivalent to the $0.99 menu*you were appalled ... Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 11:20:00 GMT |
No Subject |
A Nervous clangingvibrates in my skullA heavy poundingthat dances to the beat of the moving wallsI try to record thispencil shaking in my unsure handBut my head spinds in tunewith the wirlpool I am dr... Posted by on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 02:11:00 GMT |
Missed Connection |
I wish I could remember, a time when the clock would stop;Blood pumped so hard, I'd bleed from my eyes,and loved the thought my parents defied,and head would ache from the tears I'd cry,and heart woul... Posted by on Sun, 18 Jun 2006 11:44:00 GMT |
Philisophically Speaking |
Aristotles four causes fail to feel the emotion
of the final telos of an illefficent devotion.
The equation that sparks peity becomes the quotient
and then one fails to aim for the common good in... Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 21:46:00 GMT |
The walk, and waiting. |
Sometimes,the breath of life which nonchalently flows indirectly through my bodygrasps at my throat as if it can no longer remember how to fill my lungs.Thoughts that unthoughtfully present themselves... Posted by on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 23:16:00 GMT |
You don't know what you think you know about knowing. |
Circus upon a closed mind
I ask and seem, what more it seems, to seem too much to ask.
To and fro', down far below, Expand and push and scream and grow,
To ask too much for security, you know?
... Posted by on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 15:45:00 GMT |