You will find no mercy here ( Read more... )

I move through silence ( Read more... )

The colors inside of me are fighting.
It sounds as if it is a battle of Waterloo.
They rage; war with one another.
And so, my borders alter.
The colors inside me are fading.
It feels as if it were a season in which damnation reigned.
They blend; bleed beside each other.
And so, my colors change.

I posed for my own black and white pictures ( Read more... )

Tired of waiting ( Read more... )

rinoism

Ode to Denial: burial

How could I have done it?
I could not have done it- I was not there.
It could not have been me.
Cause I am not even here.
Whether or not there was a time,
or a place,
No one bothered to make room for me.
Whether or not I buried myself alive.
You will never know for sure.
I could not have possibly been there- were you?
I have thought it ( Read more... )

 prisoner

Been Stretchin' myself out
covering surfaces never crossed
Always believing that grass
     might be greener
on the other side only to find
      it is quite burnt
Much suspected by me.
Spreading myself thin
barely consisting of skin
Always sure of the direction
of the wind
Until it blows another way
nothing proved can be

Today I spoke to a good friend of mind with whom I have not spoken to in sometime. She is going to college and would like to eventually become a lawyer which, I think is great. It was such a great feeling to know that everything was well with her and that her life is going the way she wanted it to. I have nothing but respect for the girl ( Read more... )

Could have had it all.
Ironic, really. 
Could have swallowed a whole gallon of delight,
and still manage to drive home.
Might have been able to make it,
Had it not been so difficult.
Maybe, next time, I'll take another route.

It seems he were a vagabond
what sort, I am not sure.
But he became a transient of my soul,
wandering around inside of me,
loitering, ( Read more... )