lack of motivation much ( Read more... )

inadaquacy ( Read more... )

just apart of my love ( Read more... )

What is art? Not good art or bad art or aesthetic pleasure, but art as in the all encompassing force of expression ( Read more... )

renegadellf: I had a cheezit in my throat ( Read more... )

Me and my family are a nomadic tribe. My family as in, My sister, Brian(her husband), and I. We come accross this deserted villiage. There are skelitons every where in their last death throws. We try to burry some, but the numbers are too great. So we call in a second larger nearby tribe to help. They seem to not be nomadic, but are just as dusty ( Read more... )

I wrote these in middle school and late high school. I have tons in some book some where, but these are what were published through Poetry.com, and one I got an editors choice award for.

I have to say, not to brag, but it amazes me that I got such high reguards from these poems at such an early age. Nearly all of them made it to the yearly finals ( Read more... )

taking lifes dirt and mud and making the clay, collecting the straw and burrying ourselves within everyone elses flesh, pulling them closer to you, making a cage. Making my cage ( Read more... )

Lie back and think of England, you little whores ( Read more... )

I walk through an isle of Target, "And do you know why we go strait down the middle?"

"So we don't get hurt," some one answers

"Well, yes, that too. I smile slyly and the take one more step, but there is nothing there bu a seemingly bottomless cliff, and I step off into it.