Alone, trapped in a lightless cage. I whisper, an eerie sick sound. No one should be made to beg, prostituting themselves out to fill the void. I clench my head, my frustration causing my hands to clamp down. The only thing keeping my head round in shape is the pressure from the inside, throbbing to get out, pushing back. My mind is thrashed; ( Read more... )

I have too many things to do, but I have nothing to do. I can’t keep living this dual life. It’s tearing me apart. Why can’t I just have what I want and what I need and leave it at that? The want is so simple; I want someone to appreciate me. That’s all. Please, take away my choice; take away my money, my memories. I just want one day where ( Read more... )

Over the New Year's Dylan showed me this great book called, 'This Book Will Change Your Life'. So with that in mind I have to apologize ahead of time for anything that I say or do that seems wierd or bad. For in the book is a page for every day of the year. Today's page says this, "Day 2: The love of your life. Today, gaze at everyone wondering ( Read more... )

What truly runs this existence? Is it a god? A brace of gods? A whole multitude of gods? Or is it just the never-ending chaos? I see war, men massacring men. I see joy, the birth of a child, the pleasure that only comes at climax in a lover’s arms. So much life, so much death, all in prefect balance, or is it? Are all the emotions, the fuel ( Read more... )

Is voluntary reality? For how can one voluntarily beat their heart? How can one choose to be this person or that? I can honestly say I didn’t volunteer for this job, this existence. I would have chosen a better one, where there is no TV, there is no media, no other people. I would have chosen an existence where I can exist. I don’t want to ( Read more... )

Lately I have noticed that I am not very satisfied in my life. I’m finding things are getting harder and harder to entertain me. I’m finding that I am depressed more often than not, like I’m expecting something and everyday that I don’t get it a piece of me dies. Maybe that is a true analogy. Maybe there is something big that is coming up for ( Read more... )

They say the life is great, is worth living to its fullest, total, potential. But who are they? They try to stamp down the masses. Their life is only to better themselves. Who the hell are they anyway? Do they have names? Are they saints, or maybe they are humble, modest, an honest gentleman. They must be prefect reflections of the god of ( Read more... )

I say a lot that I will never give up, that I will fight the last fight, that I will fight on my feet and never laying down, but what am I really fighting for? What do I have to fight for? True I have friends, but they are not many and they appear to be going with the tide. Some to marriage, some to divorce, some to suffering, and some to joy, ( Read more... )

Flesh flushed with warmth. Blood rushing, rushing, rushing. My heart melts with just one little sweep of your fingertips, one brush of your silken lips, but I cannot, my life is still new. I have so much ahead of me. Another peck and my face feels like the sun’s gentle light were made just for me. I feel my worries dissipating into the night ( Read more... )

Death is so commonplace anymore that you can’t stroll down the road without tallying up the body count. “Another score from last night.” Death seems to enjoy mass amounts of company. One person cannot die without another hundred joining him in their road to oblivion. A march to utopia, no pain, no hate, just peace, quite and honesty. Death ( Read more... )