~~~The metal chimes to hold in place as the four loom ever so silently over the empty shoulders of a patient man. They remind him that there is little left to the imagination, that the binds that would bind are loose and fragile. Perhaps there is a time and place for a new rehearsal but then again the stage lies ready and set for the assumptions to ( Read more... )

~~~There isnt anything anymore for those such as I. Nothing. I wish I could say there was emptyness, but that would be a carefree fantasy afforded by those with fortune. I feel no love. There is no compassion or understanding, that mirror runs dark. I'm confused. I'm scared. And yet I lock my door waiting for my guest. They will just pass by, open ( Read more... )

~~~I'm so tired... I'm so sick of it... I hurt so much... I am so lonely. So? Exactly ( Read more... )

~~~When should a person give up? When should his towel hit the floor witht he resounding *thud* of never ending failiar? What is the point when there is no future? I've trudged and fought and tried to make headway but only find myself facing the whisps ( Read more... )

~~~Some stand on the shoulders of great men, but can I build a pyramid without sand? If all was a day and night could I stand before the road behind and admire my footprints before the sun leaves the sky? Shame could ride high up on those arms, lofty staring down turning into just that. A flush is admireable only when held in hand and not one ( Read more... )

~~~Such as I am is my paper. Blank and without meaning. Loath, revile. A clutter of emptiness that he himself has asked for. Yesterday was as today which is as tommorow ( Read more... )

~~~...The curtain falls as the crowd is hidden. He who is remains with his head slack. Expression will not escape his blank stare as the hall is quiet...
~~~...Silence remains as they sit there, the curtain protecting him. Exit stage right, the scene is finished. The crowd remains silent.

~~~Too my sweet eyed friend, confidant, and teacher ( Read more... )

~~~The night casts its ever looming shadow as the die is set. Betwixed is the nature she will be know by so says the dream weavers. With importance come confusion in the wake of exileration, fondness in response to feux need ( Read more... )

~~~Its as if the walls can bearly contain its power. I dont know if that man holds the wall up for himself of because he is afraid to let it come. Yet he holds, strong and afraid. He is powerful and focused, but misunderstands himself and his perpose ( Read more... )