Thoughts thoughts are random, they're real and then they're not and sometimes you know which is which and that can be great, or I was thinking about books I've read and when you ponder them, or I, reading this, and you recall the events as if you've actually experienced them. Or witnessed them. Each either or. Boats. Very random books. I doubt I ( Read more... )

One's red, you'll get credit when you're dead, and twice you're fed, the same lies to cry the same cries and tie the same ties around each prisoners heart to escape, too late, run away, afraid, higher than low, hate to grow, up and down look a frown, a fake, how do you do that? catch a rat that's fat inside a hat turn off the tv turn off the sex ( Read more... )

I cant seem to cross this void in my mind that gets darker and deeper and I am lost in its wary controls, yellow, orange, white, spilling blood with each metaphor. So much I think about change and changes and the future. So much I think about causing pain, taking revenge, biting into you. Tearing your flesh, screaming, digging into you. Different ( Read more... )

A theater near me was showing the movie Fight Club, which is one of my absolute favorites, a couple of nights, remastered and what not (it was first released in 1999.) I saw it alone, like I do most of the time when I go to the movies ( Read more... )

The system of trickle downs has tickled me, it lasts as part of the air, where I wonder what it is like to be something that you know everyone wants to be. I want to know the secret. Sometimes I feel alone in that feeling and I can hear it talking to me as I watch, stare, at the television. It's smiling at me and listening to me and hearing me and ( Read more... )

This situation is meaning of tormenture, hilariousness I perceive as I write it out, ive become way too good at staring off into space. here I am. staring at nothing. engulfed in certain sabotage against me , against me, I feel it too true, all this real against all this...nothing. I hate that I cannot blame you for it. I hate, or something, that I ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like the only things that excite me in life are things that aren't real. I continue to have dreams and wake up wishing to go back...how can reality be so unsatisfying...the beauty in life is wasting away, how hard am I supposed to look to find it ( Read more... )

my chance for happiness is not succeeding, I feel like a fraud , I feel there is no where to go and no way to fix it. ill have to go about my day being asked how are you? and ill have to smile and say good! because Im getting paid to do that. and I cant fake it with my friends so ill have to explain myself but I cant. I don't know what to say. im ( Read more... )

I understand the benefits of kindness, but there is something dark inside of me. A rageful intensity, something I'm reluctant to admits exists, depending on who I'm talking to. Its a dual nature, part of me feels like a silent, secret monster, but on the flipside it makes me feel powerful. Is that the wrong kind of power? Why do I have so much ( Read more... )

The electronic music makes me move even though I am still sitting here. Sitting here without fear in the clear ready to cheer, more. What is my deal with rhyming. I just rhyme it just comes out. Like water and a spout. Its dark in the movie and that makes me feel good, I don't know how it begins. I don't know where it leads. I keep waking up in the ( Read more... )