Curse this gift ( Read more... )

Nothing is left but the drip...

Would you like to come inside...

what i wouldn't give,
to drip like orchid sweat,
from the lip of my lover's light grin.
Even a saint couldn't bring such solice.

Jihad ( Read more... )

The Wild Hunt ( Read more... )

Through the riggors of clearing a weeded area this morning... while the sun blazed zenith, and the sweat from my brow leaked into the palette of my mouth, made aware quite salty... i realized how dangerous presumption is. I am working harder to destroy my preconceptions... because none of them can be right ( Read more... )

60 miles with sixteen stones ( Read more... )

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thinking... about life. about how my mother is starting too make less and less sense everyday. thinking about if that is my fault. I do good in school... but ultimately she wants me to start working... and i agree i need too. thinking about why i havn't written in this journal in weeks... thinking about why the friends i have dissapoint me so. and ( Read more... )

my posts are so fuckin weak... lately.