the archer profile picture

the archer

I am here for Friends

About Me

"If thou should never see my face again, pray for my soul, for more things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of."Alfred Lord Tennyson

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

people that enjoy themselves.mary got hit in the face with a tire that tire wasn't fucking around

My Blog

i'll be fine without you, i'll be here telling myself it's true.

I barely ever just write on this thing merely to write, but as of recently i have been in an extremely odd mood. my mind had been swimming and dancing as i would like to say with many a thing that is ...
Posted by on Wed, 30 May 2007 15:39:00 GMT

call me a safe bet, i'm betting i'm not

To live without thoughts for the future is a boundless journey frightened to see the ending credits. Did I make the right decisions, did I do it with grace and fervor? Life is but unattached moments t...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 21:46:00 GMT

polar bears

So I suppose this is it. Letting go.giving in not confused with giving up. Why hold on for people that do not do so for themselves. It is a vicious cycle I have found and no one is the victor in this....
Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 06:06:00 GMT

big city lights

Beyond the peaking stilted skyscrapers lies the celestial horizon above. The tops of the buildings seem to make you feel on the tip of the world. Seeing how everything is so attainable and the bottom ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 22:00:00 GMT

if i die i want it to make others want to live

slithering past the troupe depletion pours into me. Following will alter all I know, But perhaps complete the fragment. Running Rushed Roaming to regain myself. For in a world of incompletes, You did...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Aug 2005 22:02:00 GMT

thoughts

As your hand slides, Releasing me. I recount moments I strived to hide. Whether it was your breath on my skin, Or your eyes penetrating my flesh, Each delayed pressing left me bare. Trying to savor e...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jul 2005 00:21:00 GMT

hmmmm

Hands held high, Crucified by expectation, Who are you. Hands crammed into pockets, Waiting our destination. Who am i. Hands clutching assurance Throwing all else to the wind. Who are we. ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 May 2005 12:31:00 GMT