A Bittersweet Lullaby. |
Bittersweet lullabies keep me dreamin'.Trap me in a better world.Filled complete with love, lust, and life.Ruin awaits it's turn outside.Readying barbaric fangs.Rushing to rip me loose.What will be?We... Posted by on Fri, 14 May 2010 06:41:00 GMT |
Inebriated poetry. (That just sounds pretty.) |
This dreary hazeLet's burn awayUntil life endsI want this lightTo last alwaysUntil I fadeTo feel wondersAnd music untoldTo hear worldsOf found gloryLet's leave it allTo breath againTo live their lifeT... Posted by on Thu, 13 May 2010 04:16:00 GMT |
Film making... |
God, the ideas are just exploding in my head.I want to get back to filmmaking. It's been way too long! Posted by on Mon, 10 May 2010 15:32:00 GMT |
Sunshine behind bars |
A glimmerThe shimmering lightCompels and alluresNobody but meIt twists my thoughtsAnd steels my gazeEyes only for itIt yearns to be soughtWaiting for that touchBars that bindThe path is lostAnother ho... Posted by on Sun, 24 Jan 2010 07:15:00 GMT |
Posting again? |
I wanted that last post to be by itself.Usually I have some nonsense like this explaining myself and my current mood.But I felt as though I should separate it this time.I really liked how it turned ou... Posted by on Fri, 08 Jan 2010 06:15:00 GMT |
Unending Regret |
How does one feel? How does one deal? When lost is the hope The grail of light in life That one honest truth Thanks to insecurity To my ... Posted by on Fri, 08 Jan 2010 06:04:00 GMT |
Poetry, Rap and further insomnia. |
Okay, writing poetry again.And also rap.This is evolving into a experiment into the mentality of rap.Observe my behavior as I suddenly turn black, do drugs, drink to an unbelievable extent, get gold t... Posted by on Mon, 21 Dec 2009 07:56:00 GMT |
Rap. |
I was reading up about rap.And yes, I've become a temporary wigger. For those of you who find that term offensive. I'm sorry, but I don't mean to offend, but you can't keep a brutha down.Anyways, here... Posted by on Sun, 06 Dec 2009 05:06:00 GMT |
Feeling creative. |
My thoughts they ramble.On and on about monologues and stories that never hit paper.They are just a never ending torrent of things to pull from.Now I know why writers wrote papers or short stories abo... Posted by on Wed, 11 Nov 2009 06:52:00 GMT |
The man who knows everyone and no one. |
My friend called me that the other day.Good job to him on playing off my paranoia and own self doubts.Insomnia needs to go away. Posted by on Thu, 01 Oct 2009 07:33:00 GMT |