Pink roses on white porcelain, a silent caution that time and death wait for no one. Its elegance haunts from the highest shelf; it is both shameful and endearing in its morbid symbolism. Such tokens of death as an urn unused should be stored away, not put on display as a constant reminder of the inevitable. As routine, I am holding on as she ( Read more... )

Well, this will not be long. . .There really isn't much too speak about without bitching. I have three green streaks in my hair now, and on St. Patrick's Day I go to get my tattoo finished. Eric V. is drawing it up. . .Wheeeee. (Neil, you are still invited to attend if you can/ want). I've been working a lot, but it isn't bad so much as time ( Read more... )

I don't want to be heroic, epic, profound, poetic, enchanting, amusing, or articulate ( Read more... )

What will this day bring? I suppose we are all beings of constant revelation, but some ones of weight have dawned on me recently. So its all part of the human experience, eh? So no one really ever changes, you say? Well, there's been a reason for all the things I have done. I have been living with this feeling locked within my chest and in the ( Read more... )

She was late, but earlier than the amended time. Her car moved slowly in the rain, to the beat of music which stirred too many memories. She kept driving in lazy circles, every pair of eyes on the sidewalks looking to her car in anticipation and she read disappointment immediately after in their gaze. She wished they would stop looking. She ( Read more... )

I shall never be good enough ( Read more... )

DISCLAIMER: It doesn't make complete sense but it was a dream and the "--" parts, while in the dream, also occurred in real life when I was younger. I woke up creeped out from this one, my friends ( Read more... )

When the words are no longer adequate and bring no illumination, what am I to do? When the words I whisper in an effort to explain myself, right some conceived wrong only breed more misunderstanding, what I am to do? When I supplement actions for words, the people around me seem to not appreciate how much strength it takes for me to perform such ( Read more... )

I feel like there is something writhing under my skin, an annoyance that may disappear if I just scratch a little deeper. The feeling does not go away though, it sneeks into my mind and soul causing morbid desires to swell. I sit in this apartment, travel limited by a nearly empty tank and an empty wallet, thinking of the people I care about that ( Read more... )

Where do I begin? When does it end? This is my time of need, I guess. I don't want to be isolated right now, I don't want to be alone to face my own inadequacies. I don't need a lover, I just need a friend. I don't need forever, I just need a moment of honesty, a moment free of taint.