Bad Forecast |
Zephyrs once resided Within my weathered shellRefreshing, melancholy breezesFeigning all was wellA glance was all it took Of that unbecoming sightTo stir my troubled tempestsTo create whirlwinds ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 23:42:00 GMT |
Justin K. Colin |
When my father first met Justin, he would refer to him as "A diamond in the rough". I, on the other hand, didn't like him at all. And Justin's opinion of me was ambiguous at best. I ...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:39:00 GMT |
Trust. |
Trust is defined in the dictionary as "Reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence." I was thinking about trust today, and I was struck how nebul...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 17:01:00 GMT |
Just thinking. |
I was speaking to my sister the other day, and we were talking about my dad, and she said something along the lines of "Yeah, well, if he hadn't done such and such, and met our mothers, then we wouldn...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 23:30:00 GMT |
My trip...part 1, I guess |
I arrived in India on Monday, the 20th of August at 11 at night. Boy, talk about culture shock. The minute I stepped out of the airport a guy ran up to me and asked me "taxi?". When ...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 05:22:00 GMT |
Contact high poetry |
Hunchbacked HunchbackHunchedOver what?His work?What the fuck Does a hunchback do?Certainly not waterskiPerhapsThey're gods idea Of a joke
How fucked up is that?
TofuThat's my toe, foo!That's no...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 22:20:00 GMT |
interesting conversation |
[12:17 A.M.]: i wouldnt be so harshbeautyincoherent [12:17 A.M.]: wellbeautyincoherent [12:17 A.M.]: seebeautyincoherent [12:17 A.M.]: i really like to writebeautyincohe...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 13:48:00 GMT |
regret |
All my hopes are crushed
my aspirations shattered
how foolish did I have to be
to think you never mattered
reality strode in
breached my ignorant bliss
spoke to me the ghastly truth
and now its ...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 17:54:00 GMT |
Weeping Willow |
My willow weeps
he cries
makes floods of tears
my willow mourns
laments
the reality of his fears.
My willow bows his head
bears the weight of his pain
bows his head to hold a burden
he cannot sustain....
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 16:23:00 GMT |
Old Friend Lost |
Old friend lost
New friends gained
blemishless soul
forever stained
emotional toll
never demanded
till one fateful day
all of it handed
taken by destiny...
or was it by fate?
porcelain heart
left in s...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 18:10:00 GMT |
