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About Me

There's a moment in every persons life where they finally decide what it is they would like to do, and they see the path necessary to reach that point.
Some people will work day in and day out to achieve that goal, nomatter what the odds are. Some of them will be succesful, some not.
Some of them will give up, deciding that this better future is impossible, and settle for what they have.
Some will wait and work slowly, realizing that their time could be up at any moment, but also understanding that too much of a rush will cause work to crowd your dream, possibly leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. These are the ones who wait, work slowly, watch, learn, and progress. Plan 8 steps ahead, but flexibly so, for plans change, people change, and you and your dreams may also change.
Never give up, and bend on the little pieces, but never break. Stand tall when needed, but don't hold yourself above the rest, as every man and woman needs their day in the sun. If you are at the top and your company, your friends and family lie far below, you've done nothing but stepped on heads.
I'm one of the waiting.
My day will come.

My Blog

P.rissy S.tain

"Oh, I can only take credit for all",is she, with spider-silk stockings weaved of the hairs of lesser men.A play on words, of sym-phony and simile.its a borrow, borrow, borrow, without the chance to ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Oct 2009 13:02:00 GMT

just a piece.

This is a piece this is a piece of poetry.it is not for you it is not for me.it is just a piece of poetry. it was not written for the heartbroken and blue, it was not wri...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Sep 2009 12:15:00 GMT

rabid.

I never thought you'd make a bulldog out of me.Sniveling and manic, thrashing neck and wild eyes.I keep dreaming about balloons over our heads, mine is the only that pops of the three.Always red, alwa...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Sep 2009 10:11:00 GMT

The Deadly.

And as quickly as it came, it went.No second glance, no over-the-shoulder, parting romance.This was a disease, it never disguised itself for more.We are without fault, every pore.Every violin play...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Sep 2009 23:22:00 GMT

evening synapse.

I am one who tries for the effortless things.Aren't the misguided still guided?If so, who's to say where the boundaries of real and veil lie?Dust is what we will become, not where we came from.I am a ...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Aug 2009 22:49:00 GMT

Almost Notebook

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Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 01:16:00 GMT

To allow.

I wonder if freedom was ever an option,polishing the chains keeps the imprisoned satisfied.Clean cuts are haven when the world is rust and barb.inhale blue, exhale red,coagulate, dark and sludge.pulsi...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 17:07:00 GMT

for you.

"Three."Exhale, deciding to open the door, before the walls burst from inside.The solutions are always for the better, everything is always for the better.With black-eyed ego and ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 18:59:00 GMT

In all intents.

we've come all the way to maybe,my shadow might whisper onto your neckforevermore.lashes of gold, fingertips white and ice. I've been eating bread with filthy hands,unclean eyes.this stare calls the u...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 09:51:00 GMT

january

i want its pulse to stop.the drilling, dark knot in my spine.I've been hunting it down for weeks,cornering it in alleyways, bat in hand.Every time i beat the little shit, he slides into a drain.I stan...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jan 2009 18:50:00 GMT