the earth and the flame |
this is it.i've met my match now,but starting a fire can't ever rid me of thissysiphean task.wring the blood out of my veins and hang me dry.this is it.caught between a rockand the hardest thing to sa...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Aug 2009 16:01:00 GMT |
oh, look! a cloud |
a world lay above us all-lofty mountains grow hungrily;greedy, monolithic cityscapes reach upwardconstructed; deconstructed-it's fluid, as it is fluid.an ocean lay above us-crashing waves cascading do...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 14:01:00 GMT |
meaning |
enveloped in lethargy-yet another, "my last chance."rhetoric be the loaded gun.but a nihilist could never be made into a martyr...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 02:30:00 GMT |
Empty Sail |
resentment hides the the fear of loss,like wallpaperdelicately placed upon these shattered walls.i can see it in their eyes.they want you back.and i do, too.god forbid you never returnwith the value w...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 19:31:00 GMT |
I wish that I had... |
...Amber's faith....Amie's ability to fix everything....Andrew's determination....Blane's entrepreneurial skills....Carli's friendliness....Chance's weirdness...Ed's musical palette....Elway's automot...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 18:09:00 GMT |
Full Sail |
you forget the stones upon which you stoodto get to where you are nowstand up- against the cloudsstand strong- against the crushing tidebut remember that this monolithwas built with our handsas well a...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 22:05:00 GMT |
say nothing |
this time, no where to turn.foundations of fallacies crumble beneath.a single man stands.a bead of sweat gathers over his left brow before leaping away from his stone-still face.time has tested him.he...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 11:37:00 GMT |
Getting Back Up |
in the name of ambition,and en-route to adulation,this is an abolitionof the self and its ascension:
this, i'll write to you,the faceless mother of my pain,embodiment of my suffering,spectre in the co...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Dec 2008 12:01:00 GMT |
(working title) |
just far enough to be dangerous...i'll keep you there, to torture myself-open friend and self-destructive closet-masochist.
i wish you were afraid to speak to me.i wish you a plague of butterflies-sta...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 00:51:00 GMT |
Let Yourself Be Missed |
let yourself be missed, dear child.elude her;leave much to be desired.let void grow inside her,and there you will find a home...let your feelings into your fingers.bury them;like splinters, let them f...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 20:57:00 GMT |
