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About Me

"constantly talking is not necessarily communicating..."
Why do I do this?
Why Poetry?
why do I do this? why do I write?
why do I pour myself out onto a blank page?
why do I string together these words
to convey my joys, my fears, my rage?
why do my dreams need rhyme?
why do my memories need verse?
why this Art to express my highs and lows?
why words, spoken and written,
why poetry, why prose?
because somebodys got to hear me
my writing, my work
has but one simple goal
to make a connection with at least one person
one mind, one heart, one soul
because Ive walked through reality
and come out on the other side of hell
and along the way I picked up a few stories
that I feel the need to tell
and what Ive got to say
is as real as real can be
I write so you can hear me
I write so you can feel me
I write for those days
when the world mind-fucked the taste out of my mouth
and manic depression kicked my ass
I write for those cold hard days
when every morning was a struggle to get up and face another day
and every day was an ongoing attempt to drink my thoughts away
I write for those nights
when the breeze was warm
and we built bonfires that would burn away our inhibitions
and good friends were all I really needed
can you feel me?
I write for those memories that are mine and mine alone
the complete despair and hopelessness when, 22 hours later, I did wake up
I write for all the silent tears I've cried and everything hidden deep inside
can you feel me now?
this is what I do
and this is for the way the sky looks at sunset and for
every couch Ive crashed on
every street Ive walked down
every mind Ive explored
every dream Ive wandered through
every restaurant Ive eaten in
every bar Ive puked in
every emergency room Ive bled in
and the lessons Ive learned in all of them
and this is for the wisdom and scars that come with survival
and, well I may not be very wise
but Ive got an awful lot of scar tissue
because survivals become sort of a hobby for me
Im not saying that Im stronger than you
or that Im harder than you
or that Im cut from a different path than you
but I know where Ive been
and I know what these blue eyes have seen
I know how it felt
and I know what it means
I've hit bottom
and then the bottom dropped out
and left me lost in doubt and fear
but Im still here
this is for the people that look at me funny and need an explanation
when they ask me what I do and I tell that Im a poet
this is for me, and this is for you
So......why do I write?.
Because my voice is soft,
And my words are strong.
"where" might not exist. "where" might be just another place that no one can visit.

My Interests

Music:

Poe, My Last Mistake, Bec Hollcraft,
Regina Spektor, Toby, Lightman,
Perfect Circle, Project Pitchfork, Zeromancer,
Depech mode, Fiona Apple, zero7,
Plumb, Joseph Arthur, Seether,
Chevelle,Blue October, Coldplay,
Radiohead, LaME, NIN, Jakalope,
Audesi, Seconhand Serenade, Elbow,
The Weepies, Broken Social Scene, Goodbye Tomarrow,
Drugscene, Storm and the Balls,
Dashboard Confessional, Lemon Demon,Imogen Heap, Three Days Grace,
Jonny Cash, Flyleaf, Hinder, Snow Patrol,
Weezer, MSI, Staind, Trapt,
ivy, the Used, Tool, Lacuna Coil, Buckcherry, Nirvana, Bush...

Movies:

Heroes:

Anyone stronger than i am. I tend to let my emotions control my life.

My Blog

sweet chalky goodness...

Everything about valentine's day with it's sentimental obligations makes me want to run the other way. EXCEPT the conversation hearts. i am a big fan of those little boxes of pale chalky candies stamp...
Posted by no profound tragedy. on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 10:05:00 PST

red-bellied crows....

this is the storyim tryin not to rememberthis is the dreami don't want to recallthis is the songi dont care to sing this is the individualconstantly searching for freedomin a worldstumblin through ana...
Posted by no profound tragedy. on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 10:07:00 PST

into the Jetway...

i look at the seathe sea doesn't look back at me,i stare at the wallsthe walls disappoint me too,i scream at the windthe wind minds its own business'what a releif that wason a rainy monday dry morning...
Posted by no profound tragedy. on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 10:09:00 PST

it is what it is...

she could be any woman at all,caught off-guard on guard.with her hands reaching or strangling and maybewith her intentions half interred.but she is as she is. her gaze is alwaysfiling away at it's cor...
Posted by no profound tragedy. on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 10:12:00 PST

no to Atlanta...

so just kiss me and let my hairmessy itself in your fingerswatching your blue eyes closeslow like a child'sheavy with the thousand thingsthat filled your day. tell me nothing needs to be done-no clock...
Posted by no profound tragedy. on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 03:56:00 PST

broken teeth...

all the words i wish your fingers could feel all the times i've wishedyou could knowthe silent sorrowlying stiff in my throatlike coldand broken teeth i have come to beleivemy screams are not realand ...
Posted by no profound tragedy. on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 03:52:00 PST

inertia of a lonely heart...

the world is full of cripplesand endless nightsand broken heartsand calls that never come throughand restless dreams that fear being awakeand stars that lose themse...
Posted by no profound tragedy. on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 03:49:00 PST

road spent

i could stand to be alonefor some timelose myself in the white noiseslip into the blurcontemplate the color yellow right now..i just don't handle splashes too wello...
Posted by no profound tragedy. on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 03:48:00 PST

almost making it

something's tuggin at meelevators screaming upa towtruck to heavenpulling higherill send yapretty raindrop postcardsfrom clouds in the skylittle ashen doors are openingones i have to crawl throughcram...
Posted by no profound tragedy. on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 03:50:00 PST

the sublety of hate

it is your right to hate or loveanyoneyou choosechoose meand my mindmy arms and handschoose my laughbut especially my smilechoose to hatethe living being itselfso much deeperthan my personalitywhich i...
Posted by no profound tragedy. on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 03:48:00 PST