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Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 11:23:00 GMT |
i get scared sometimes |
its really hard. watching my father die. and i dont want this to be some really dumb i want everyone to say they are sorry kinds of things. i know. and ive come to terms with this. cancer is a terribl...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 01:23:00 GMT |
answers. |
there is no information to be gleaned from thisdark heart interrogation.the answers will lead to more questionsasked in your dry, turning sleepat hours that change nightlybut stay constant.you are pok...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 18:02:00 GMT |
I dont know what else to say. |
I've got a heartache the size of montana, and I miss the times like fridays pas(t)sed when the words werequiet and easy and calm.I fucked up. I know I fucked up.Not in a I slipped and did somethi...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 22:15:00 GMT |
and I cant fix it. |
I can see your eyespicking up speedbetween glancesbuilt like sliding doorshood up and cleverlystutter stepping onstairways that go nowhereyour pupils full of shadowslike damp basement rooms inmemories...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jul 2007 14:11:00 GMT |
There's something wrong with me... |
I feel like I'vebeen swallowinghandfulls of ice cubesfor days and days.With deft fingers and warm words youcould remove them ifyou had the time. My strong face has slipped or evenworse crackedand my t...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 20:40:00 GMT |
I think I loved you, But I forget the Place. |
Around the corner, carefullyspread under the weight of an artificial skeletonpartially collapsed like lightbent in a glass;displaced.I spit static at her feet like a broken tv threatin the middle of a...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 23:48:00 GMT |
i need proof i was here |
I made a homefor myself thereon the beach atthe end of the worldbreaking shafts oflight across my kneeas if they were woodor heartsor other thingsthat you can use to start firesunder a weak sheltermad...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 10:29:00 GMT |
it feels good to be writing. |
She sits behind 4 plates of glasswatching the clouds and thecolors separate in the sky;waiting with eyes biglike harvest moons anda heartbeat stifled like gunshots from blocks away.5 full thoughts fro...
Posted by on Thu, 24 May 2007 22:45:00 GMT |
The Ides of March and end of Winter. |
I'm breaking through andthe ides of marchare searching for warmthand finding nothing butan indecisive patternfolding in on itselfrepeatedly, repeatedly.Taking it's timeand smiling at me withcrooked te...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 11:51:00 GMT |
