I must have aged at least two years since I've opened this little algorithm. I keep coming back to it, I appreciate the small pieces of my past that I have recorded on here ( Read more... )

Early this morning, he charged into the clouded skies with intention. Selfless esteem costs a little less than $200 dollars. He'll pay it in manual labor (a suit and tie is necessary in effort to be hired somewhere to do some more ( Read more... )

purely premature, this summer is half way over ( Read more... )

A moments breath of fresh friction. I am the victim of an isolated imagination ( Read more... )

Road block, no forks or spoons here. Brick-walled smack dab in the middle of my 23rd winter, and ever since i've been here. It seems these days are shorter, spent with ink in cluttered, crowded rooms. I've been stuck within Blitzer's pages of algebra. My penmenship is plagued with x's and y's, which isn't literate to an author (or artist). He ( Read more... )

pretentious bull shit i spit when i'm in some sort of pathetic state ( Read more... )

external blurred optimism/positively negative
though i know i can spare a smile
and share.

transparent iron curtain/i am is not my will.
substitute your regret for my debt.

and claim 'could have been'
as my own
in clouded collateral
before my slow shutter
over exposes your fears.

You’re right. I grew up in a town by the name of Upper Middle Class Suburbia. In my childhood neighborhood crime was unheard of, and we never locked our doors. A white picket fence (a weapon of class destruction) was our family’s home security system. Children played in our backyard on our jungle gym and their parents whistled for them to come home ( Read more... )

i will now take a moment to burn what i feel necessary ( Read more... )

i put some words into some sort of internet print earlier this year, right after i moved here ( Read more... )