wandering this far-off cave that's perfect dark; too intense ( Read more... )

The room is getting dimmer ( Read more... )

A cold december evening sends a chill through my mind ( Read more... )

I haven't been suprised for too long a time ( Read more... )

If only the tourtured voices
could ever be silenced
I fight off the tempting
call to violence
If not later then for now
later i might not know how
The insane rage of jealousy
flares and rares it's beastly face
An absence always lingers
missing fingers in thier place

What pestilance all about,
what ignorance surrounding me.
Wasted energy in so many ways,
wasted all the time.

This is alla bunchabull-shit... But I feel as though I must be writing. I am alone... even when I'm with friends... even when people say they love me... I can't shake this feeling of solitude. I'm constantly disgusted with myself... I detest pity... and yet fear ( although often receive ) rejection... lots of rejection. It should be tatooed on me ( Read more... )

Something inside is ( Read more... )

There's a darkness inside ( Read more... )

The perks of life don't seem to come around often... But if we truly search... and let go of everything... and look for honest beauty... it's always somewhere within reach. Faith, Friends, Squirrels, they're all about, all are true and beautiful, and can most often be found if one looks hard enough. Life is just never as drastic as we may think... ( Read more... )