Recent Entries

• hello again

  August 30, 2013

  it's funny to come here again like returning to your favorite spot seeing it aged and overgrown i am different now, but not altogether changed i r=can remember what it was like, staying up late nights staring ta the screen, dreaming of how different things could be and i was right things are diff...

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• Bully

  September 18, 2012

  As I look at the pebbles lining the river and let my brain wander away, I cannot help but wonder what kind of person could act this way? Who would be so cruel as to fight and cause others to change their look? A bully, maybe? Are you a bully, hurting people's feelings until they…

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• Days of Tired

  June 18, 2012

  My brain stings bound up in the back of my skull. Friends have turned away from me, yet still plague the airwaves with cries for help and money. Family is a shadow, and is overshadowed my others whom my own look down on, but are worth more individually than they are together with the pets.…

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• Too Much

  June 13, 2012

  The plastic is warm beneath my wrists as the music vibrates which each new chord. Air is stilled by sound coating the walls and lungs. I hear the sounds and the mumbling, the twisting of air into shapes, meaningless and beautiful. Actions, lips, ink. Too fast.

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• Deflation of a Naive Idea

  March 31, 2012

  I float in the living room expanding upon all surfaces edging out the air. I am tired. I am flat faced and dead in the eyes. I try to listen to the birds serenading outside the window, the children racing and laughing, the sweet spring breeze that stirs up the winter air in the house.…

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• Goodbye, Children

  May 26, 2011

  Strange how I do and I don't want to be here. The room is quiet now, with only a handful of warm bodies occupying the seats. Soon it will be deserted, like a nuclear town that was filled with children and families, forgotten and falling into ruin with no shoes to stamp down the corridors,…

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• It’s not Reagan?

  December 16, 2009

  So many minutes lost to the eternal ticking of the eye so many times we sit here in silence because of me my stupid words filter through the air and clog your throat. I wish I knew the reason of all this why I constantly let loose these bee missiles of sadness which poison the…

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• Strange World

  October 2, 2009

  My head is cloudy and nothing seems right. The sky is too low and the wind won't stop blowing- I don't even feel the safety of this page that I used to. So many minutes that go by while I focus that when I let go I threaten to not return ever again. Day after…

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• Is it?

  September 1, 2008

  What do you do think when you come to a decision you never thought you'd have to make? How do you deal with it? Logic or emotion or the votes of others. My eyes are dry from worry and love of all involved. What are the options? Which path, A or B? Are those all…

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