At the risk of being too forward:

"I have fallen for the poet."
"Not the man."

I could have watched her forever,
the sun caught in golden strands,
and mirrored in her eyes has vast oceans
untouched by human hands...(to be continued)

In the smudged torture rooms of this tawdry affair ( Read more... )

Snippet from a journal I just recently found in a box of forgotten memories. Reading this journal I wrote when I was sixteen, and in the midst of depression and break down made me realize how bad I don't have it now. Thank whom ever you want for small favors ( Read more... )

She sits lonely and weary ( Read more... )

She sits lonely and weary ( Read more... )

Im not really sure what is happening here. I have fallen into this bleak and horrid funk, and everything and everyone are testing, scraping, and clawing at my already raw nerves. I think it might just be a phase, maybe something to do with my upcoming birthday, or the fact that I am trapped in this shitty little city, in a shitty little state, ( Read more... )

your words got in the way of dreaming...
this reality ripped from your
fragile hands.
You let them take you under;
playing your emotions with murderous glee.
I can do nothing...just stir the
black quietly
watching the pain silhouetted on your face.
I won't let you slip
gently...
"live as YOU, before it fades to black."

There is no black and white,
only grey in the anomalies of the human soul.
The dark matters of suggestion implying
movie screen violations for this
unwashed society...

My head hurts ( Read more... )