god damn, have i changed. |
it's so nostalgic looking through old photos of old friends and forgotten memories, reading through the letters i used to write and never send and the messages we used to send back and forth. we were ... Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 21:51:00 GMT |
fragmented. fractured. |
If I could tear down these walls of self-imposed isolation,I'd free the demons singing you to sleep in the dark, ruthless oceans of your mind and replace them with enough buoyant hopeto lift the... Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 06:20:00 GMT |
eh. decent at best. |
RequiemWake up and rub your eyes, Mr. President.tighten your necktie noose-Sell us black lies and tell us that whatbrings us together is abuse.Encourage the plague of apathy,cause we're America- we'll... Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 12:58:00 GMT |
become another casualty of society. |
I'm leaving the country as soon as I can. I really want to work in a wildlife refuge, but I don't know where yet. I've sort of gotten my heart set on either Australia or New Zealand. Af... Posted by on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 08:09:00 GMT |
the product of too much Emerson. |
We get caught up; caught up in life, as some would say, caught up in stress, fear, and life. Caught up in mountains of paperwork, loans, bills, our everyday 9-5's, plastic cards and paper currency. A ... Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 06:43:00 GMT |
Just a thought. |
Looking back at the intricate web of my life, I can barely express the pivotal moments in which I've felt infinite. The transcendental feeling of freedom is inexpressible in literal words; the ability... Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 14:18:00 GMT |