I'm not particularly excited about being at work today, but I don't think I could have had a better weekend, so I guess it's not so bad. New Year's in New York was cool. Spent New Year's Eve at Jillian's with a bunch of friends, and since I can't drink, I had fun playing video games and just generally hanging out and it was fun. I especially ( Read more... )

I go to New York a lot. Maybe I'm trying to run away from myself or something. Well, whatever... It's a great place. so I'm leaving tomorrow and coming back Sunday. My first New Year in New York City. Should be nice. New Year's is different, though, now that I can't drink anymore. But it'll be fun hanging out with my friends and stuff. I ( Read more... )

I've decided that I'm going to stop beating myself up over stuff. I'm going to relax and take it easy from now on. I've had enough trying to make things work out the way I want them to and then beating myself up when they don't. I'm just going to sit back and let life happen and try my best to enjoy it. It's gonna be hard without drugs and ( Read more... )

Pain makes me small;
it shrivels me like a raisin.
I become an insect
in a world of giants.

I surround myself
with funhouse mirrors.
They crack and their shards
tear deep into my skin,
slicing permanent wounds
through which dreams bleed.

I shroud myself
in a dark blanket of solitude;
afraid to venture out
into the searing sun
of reality.

Everyone needs a shot of fire ( Read more... )

Hey, everyone. I want to send 5 more of my poems to another magazine/journal type thing for possible publication. Maybe you could help me again by reading through some of the recent poems in here and telling me which ones you like the best. I'm having trouble deciding which ones to send, as usual, haha.

Butterflies flying free
with gemstone wings,
ruby and sapphire,
burn through the sky
like delicate rainbows.

When caught in a net,
their vibrant color
rubs off into powder;
the grayness settles in
as beauty disintegrates.

Merry christmas. Fa la la la la and all that shit. Yay! I'm gonna go jingle my bells.

Stinging, judgmental words
from the dark cellars of your past
hatch a shadowy spider
with a paralyzing bite.

The inky black venom of doubt
snakes its way through veins,
clasping cold, dark fingers
around the shining heart
of your will.

It slowly drains motivation
until all that is left
is a brittle, gray shell,
tangled in the invisible web
of

Submerged beneath neon azure waves ( Read more... )