The Arch In The Sky; Blinding Drabs of Oil (Part III) |
Steps of the nameless man sang through the constantly changing of the leaves and grass. It could be heard through the pale forest he was treking, just past a great valley. He had become known by ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Aug 2009 10:26:00 GMT |
The Arch In The Sky; Re-Naming Atlantis (Part 2) |
The bronze and intrinsic shapes of the leaves she was resting on, were the first things she was able to make out. She soon then realized this was not the same place where she sat watching that beautif...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Aug 2009 11:12:00 GMT |
The Arch In The Sky (part 1) |
She felt the delicate soil under her feet. It was like the earth could give away at any moment. But she did not dwell on the touch of the earth, she rather found herself mechanically observing the way...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 11:30:00 GMT |
I Promised Myself, They Wouldnt Ever See Me Cry |
Beginning with a singing; felt pen.Fling away into a new world of certain depth.A human being, and their attempt for freedom.Grinding metals_____ sway away any other noise,for on and on, I tear away t...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:03:00 GMT |
Between Being Buried, And Aspiring. |
I found myself walking away from the venue. The night had been firmly gripped with a cool sheet of air, and I remember that was the first thing i noticed as i stepped through the door with the famous ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 15:34:00 GMT |
Sunset, again... |
Sunset.And its raining, again.My fingers are placed on the cold window,darkness consuming the lands around me. Outside.Waiting,for the drops to slide down the pane of glass,and rap the canyons on my ...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jun 2009 11:56:00 GMT |
A Dissociated Moment Of Relapse |
Yes, this is it.The moment where you just begin to ascend over,and see at last what is past the hillside;The rising sun.It radiating every tangerine color possible, through the blue and white of the d...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 18:28:00 GMT |
For You, My Waiting Unknown. |
Dancing in unison,Dancing in uniform order.Twirling and loving like it's the end of the world.
Seems my life has been once removed, and I found something worth changing.I can't leave myself here for t...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 17:59:00 GMT |
Diary: The Tragic Insomniac (Pt. 2) |
These nights have lasted too long.My loathing has lasted for decades, and the sound of sleep is always so breathtaking. But I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, letting my thoughts wonder for hour up...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 20:18:00 GMT |
Diary: The Tragic Insomniac |
I WATCHED THEM WALK AWAY.
I fell so easily/ the face keeps appearing, my hand; shaking/ across the room, in the darkness, does he amble there?/ Face/ Refined like a gentleman, to assassinate the leade...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 06:01:00 GMT |
