tree bends
sole solace from summer
shade for sundresses
and
pinwheels

so tell me something ( Read more... )

i'm just biding my time
until i reach the end
and realize, for certain
how pointless it all was.
love is just a space taker
with regular orgasms.
and i'm just a cynic
or a realist.
if there is a difference.

Crawl inside myself,
Sweep it all under the rug.
Because it isn't happening
And it never did.

I don't exist
Or...
At least I wish I didn't.

What can the mind make out of purgatory?

There always comes a time ( Read more... )

ok, well, maybe one for the road.......

I swallowed the key.
Because Pandora, that bitch,
made it too damn dangerous to open.

And I'm too damn dangerous to open.

Because half a million is nice and all.
But
it doesn't heal my wounds, or
dry my tears, or
restore my blindness, or
bring him back.

I'm standing underneath this street light ( Read more... )

It’s amazing how the mind can distance itself from embarrassment and reduce glorious cathedrals to mere afterthoughts. Moments that were frozen in time to solidify a coming of age or divine intervention crumble under the weight of a hasty, vengeful ego. Trying hard to compensate for a foresight that needs corrective lenses. Taking shame that no one ( Read more... )

"I often wonder what there is beyond twenty. What will the next fifty or so years bring me? More of the mundane and little inspiration, I'm guessing. How does one lead a meaningful life, exactly? Must they wed their soul mate or add an invaluable contribution to the arts or build a corporate empire? Or can we be content with just giving out or ( Read more... )

woo hoo! the fourth rocks hard!! floatin in the water and drinnk the booze!!! fireworks kick asss!!!!!! ok, i'm gone and so is jimbo bed time. happy foruth everytone!!! WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!