I'm in a lot of pain ( Read more... )

Yeah, I really am posting this at six-thirty in the morning. I really am awesomely good at all-nighters. The sun's starting to rise. I can hear birds singing outside the window when the musick goes low. I've got to be in my Psychology classroom in two and a half hours. I need to shower. I'm not going to even bother touching my bed inbetween ( Read more... )

The first one's the first thing I'd submitted to the class. The second one's the one that I'm submitting tonight. My professor just gives up debating poems with me sometimes. I count those as victories. Psshh, like being old and presumably tired is any excuse not to give everything you have? What could you possibly be saving the energy for ( Read more... )

Class started about a half-hour agoooo ( Read more... )

It broke my heart that she looked at me like that, and that I know I can't do a thing about it. I've got this one poem that I've been working on for a couple of months, on and off. It's got about three or four different incarnations, all over the place. It's a topic and an emotion that I'm sure a lot of you are familiar with, but haven't really ( Read more... )

So I've been sick ( Read more... )

i woke up at 7:30 this morning to take my sister to school, and didn't go back to sleep. ended up playing my electric guitar for about three hours, watching four or five King Of The Hill episodes offa this dvd Jon lent me, ate a salad and didn't have any red wine vinaigrette, so i just doused the salad in red wine, showered, and revelled at how ( Read more... )

bang. i am the sun ( Read more... )

An apparition.

Ghost of a smile.

It's old and then it's gone.

It's buried, and it's stale.

My friend asked me "Why do you write about Death all the time?" and i couldn't come up with an answer. it's just something i do. it's something i've always done. and thinking about that brought back memories. which might explain it. i dunno. it'd ( Read more... )

“Transcription of Organ Music ( Read more... )