and so I have lost the will ( Read more... )

when i was young they never listened to what i had to say ( Read more... )

and again im bothered by the dream of it.

i will die confused.

there is an airport not a mile from my house. Sitting outside the sky is just a backdrop for the metal machines that glide downward into the tree tops ( Read more... )

this is going to be a little different. I dont really have any deep seeded saddness to write into words about people or persons or anything for that matter. its chilly outside and lovely. I have a house. and a very long term significant other who sleeps beside me everynight. I have great friends, since i weeded out the waste(s) that was "friend(s ( Read more... )

It doesnt matter what degree you have.
It doesnt matter how much money you make.
we are all equally worthless.
we all eat, drink, and shit.
we are gluttons, alcoholics, and waste.

and so if a writer must write
like a theif must steal.
and teacher must teach
like a murderer must kill.
and a debt must be paid
like a mess must spill.
and a picture must be taken.
like mistakes must be mistaken.
and a poet must rhyme.
....wait, thats not true.

sorry im done.

when i was a boy i wanted to be a writer, a poet, a musician.
something people would admire i could inspire and two years later, simply retire.
I wanted never to be forgotten, people would read about me and say my name over dinner.
Hopefully while eating a meal I too would enjoy. Nothing major, just a simple spagetti with a meat ball or two.

and so we weep and we sing for such ordinary things like a life we enjoy or a moment to be screened. in a frame for a wall to remind us all, that this life though it sucks, maybe is worth the fall. so i write; though i've changed, but really mostly the same. a few more picutres inked on this frame, a few less hairs, a few more fears but the exact ( Read more... )