The clock reads 3:46 ( Read more... )

I once again became void of feeling ( Read more... )

When we buried you I could see my uncles veins turn from an icy cold to a luke warm ( Read more... )

When the snow receded off the driveway we took out our bikes for a long winter's ride ( Read more... )

I lift the can to my face ( Read more... )

You told me I looked like trouble ( Read more... )

Sorry about my irresponsibility's in updating the journal. I've been very selfish lately and have been hording the poems/short stores/chapters in the novel to myself for future projects. I can see the predicaments this would put me in, seeing as how i advertise things on-line to my journal, my writings, and thoughts. None the less, i have been ( Read more... )

With coming rains ( Read more... )

Wind is rustling against the leaves outside. Ripping them down from the trees and letting them drift to the pavement, onto cars, against the buildings, and down the stairwells. I can hear them as the land, scrapping on the ground, moving with the shuffling feet. I can hear them fall to earth as I stare into your blue eyes. As I sift though millions ( Read more... )

Janice was sitting on the counter counting the spoonfuls of sugar, or cocaine she thought, to fill up a jar on the counter. She finally succumbed to her curiosity and got out a measuring tape and fiddled around the jar until she found it's area...about 10 ounces she thought. Horace came back into the kitchen, his long phone call to the blond woman ( Read more... )