i wonder if hamsters get claustrophobic.

a fight never won or lost
a line that doesn't bother to drop in
a fantasy permanently fixed in my mind
strong bonds of benevolence
somehow lead to lack of sentiment
on a road that never turns into a fork.
a curse of pregnancy with hope
this stays between me, the puppet master,
and the star of the show.

day one: my head rotates back to the real world ( Read more... )

stereotypes are too easy, but they can often eliminate pain.

its a kite tied around my waste and the only thing to ease the pain is the poison ( Read more... )

I walked through the door on time, this time ( Read more... )

when it pours outside ( Read more... )

you've grown rather tired of this ( Read more... )

If I press my nose any closer to this window, I'll choke on the thick layers of dust and dirt that reside here. Whatever happened to walking in the dark? Bad people, or just the gut-wrenching feeling created by the stories and stereo types that lurk on the news, amongst your friends, and in the local newspapers? Music that I fall asleep to never ( Read more... )

i lay on clean sheets and wait for them to soak in my poetic thoughts. i want to wrap up in the serenity. i have no doubt that i'll say safe and warm forever. with a cool glass of water in my hand. got a promise in my heart that goes from point a to z, and back to f and continues from there. the road curves and turns and takes the takers along for ( Read more... )