why do i hide behind an obscure dialect? my selfish beliefs, my selfish thoughts. i know of no more ways to describe or disguise my emotion. i hide everything i truly feel. "i have grown to tough to say i'm sorry" i've heard. i have grown to tough to see the truth of how i posses and bore.... if life is unique then how can it hold so much pride ( Read more... )

sheet's of cold white scene's where smeared to a blend with the thin gray shade of the young woman's whimpering sigh's. she smothered her face with her impotence for all understanding. she was damp with the things she could never remember to forget and in a vague empty room she stumbled about, whispering only flagrant truth's, things she would ( Read more... )

now, colors are impossible to come by in their room. they are simply shades of shades and all resemble that defiant night-gray fade. he sluggishly makes his visual rounds. he watches the wall's thinking: they use to reflect and rebound love filled waves without making any a sound. (now he sees cratored walls and bed sheets the same ( Read more... )

This is just something I wrote after a bad night's sleep ( Read more... )