Still ( Read more... )

I'm thinking of you, and you may not know it ( Read more... )

Upside down ( Read more... )

It would seem that I haven't updated my journal in a long time. I don't have time now, either, but here's a quick shot. Ho hum ( Read more... )

ARTIST
( Dominant Introverted Abstract Feeler )


( Read more... )

You talk to me,
like the man who wants the best for me.
Thinking that I lie in your box.
With your great big tie and shiny black shoes,
you quietly caress me colloquially into
the idea that it's the way to go.
I plant my feet,
then begin to walk.
Quietly.
Away.
From you.
You smile.
In paternal satisfaction.

*I see the way you look at me ( Read more... )

I'm running with knives ( Read more... )

You fill me up with emptiness ( Read more... )

As tears well up inside, I realize that nothing matters ( Read more... )