I keep finding love but it never finds me. The puddle of my self-confidence is all dried up. I'm losing the desire to speak in building metaphors. I'm losing the desire to desire. Sometime soon I'll lose my virginity to someone I don't love. Sometime soon I'll regret another thing. I don't want to talk about myself. I just want people to ( Read more... )

It's been "now" for me since my 4th birthday. Here keeps on moving away from where I want to be. My poetry is suffering (so it's probably a better artist than me) and all I do in my journal is complain. For a change of pace, I'm going to count my blessings ( Read more... )

Chez Mark rocked hard and long on Friday with such blissful amenities as Bacardi 151, Marijuana, Coconut, Strawberry, and Chocolate rolling papers, Mark's CD collection, French Cigarettes (courtesy of Yours Truly), the "Smoking Bathroom", the somewhat short-lived roof, and a surprisingly large number of stunningly and wondrously beautiful women. ( Read more... )

How stupid have I been to take in all the lies ( Read more... )

Everything swirls and blurs so write something and reach out. Hope someone will notice you. Hope someone will care. Find that special something. Find that something. Hold it tight. Don't let it go. And when you die, leave it behind so whoever you love can enjoy it. Try and go to sleep with dreamy music in your ears. Keep your head full but ( Read more... )

Hello darkness, my old friend ( Read more... )

Oh, it's a wonderful morning ( Read more... )

Here on earth I quaintly lie, and watch the clouds go faintly by ( Read more... )

What do we do when the tears won't dry ( Read more... )

Imagine there's no heaven ( Read more... )