No poetry as the words flings through me, and I'm growing a year older and the hill seems black as I write these things. It draws near, and my youth is already gone. Yet I am drowning further into the hills. Trees and bramble burns through me as woody truths takes away fantastic folklore. Slowly the wine and cigarette burns my soul, and ( Read more... )

Funny how times alter you ( Read more... )

How do you pick up the pieces ( Read more... )

Ugh why is it that my collegeaues and friends are telling me I should date. I don't compete nor do I jump to be the figure of attention. I'm a loner sometimes, well a majority of time. I like odd things and old things and a little new things. My music is different but mostly sad and confusing. Girls I love them for their beauty and ( Read more... )

Late nights I sit and watch the world try to entertain me. I choke my lungs with cigarettes and burn the ashes out in an old green coffee cup. Arrogance in it that I find that I want my life to have meaning. Trivial is the fact that love is what comes out of it. Isolation is the only best thing, and selfish thoughts only fuel my ambitious ( Read more... )

Don't say the world is the end.
The blood burns with the salvation
of my mind.

I stare with empty ambitions of lover's
stare with zero hope and little
redemption.

In it all the corn beef of nothing
comes to an end, and liquor
is my only nervana

I feel so strange lately. My trip to Texas has changed me some what, but I feel less connected to the world. I am gone for three weeks and I feel older and gone. I feel alienated from the world, and I just don't know how to explain it. The love I felt has gone and burned in the ashes of my mind, and tragically I feel that some people think I ( Read more... )

Thank goodness November is over. To much trouble for one month. A friend died. Got my check card given to someone else at a bar. Got called a racial slur just cause I told the guy where he was parkinig was a fire hazzard. He was parking so I couldn't get into my apartment. Oi ( Read more... )

Okay the insanity is over. I was up all last night web surfing. I found out even people who didn't like her felt pity for her. I realized at that point the liquor and the cigarettes had nothing to do with it. I was just doing it to myself. The moments are gone, and the thinngs people grieve over is the memories of that person being there but ( Read more... )

I angry that you could do this to me. We shared a the similiar belief that we the dice of fate was not ours to hold. Yet I'm angry that you will see the world from above then be here. I envy that you can pick up the pieces and walk away, and I'm stuck here with this mess ( Read more... )