i'm working to build the following ( Read more... )

not a poet. really. i felt as though i know people who embody the jagged frame to draw the world with in the strokes of a pen severing with each sentence. i have felt my emotions bleed from my everything, and i am something new. nor am i the philosopher , with no room in the world, rarely will anyone spare a few moments these days for self ( Read more... )

I'd say I've been listening for years but I wouldn't really know what that means. It's less that I'm confused about myself, but more unsure where to start. Through life and my experience with language, with all it's implications, intricacies, substance, along with all it's hidden functions, I've realized that it, was not complete. I noticed when I ( Read more... )

enough silence to think ( Read more... )

the way it's written the way i keep trying to make it flow, i have high hopes for the slow pokes and those bent on choking down these coping mechanisms, calling ourselves victims of circumstance. it was this last stance, the place where we danced last, i gave you a kiss like it was our last chance. it's not like she blew me away or anything. an I'm ( Read more... )

i've been walking with out direction ( Read more... )

I've been as juvenile as usual, it's 12 22 and I've been working at my own curfew ( Read more... )

now... it's getting colder... the air is crisp and the moon seems more then distant but much more in focus then the surrounding clouds. it was beautiful once, when the wind was just a subtle breeze across the open panes of the Midwest, some time before commercial farming. i seem to think a lot about the process of thinking, like i'm writing with ( Read more... )

it's what i'm working with ( Read more... )

It had had to have been sometime shortly after ( Read more... )