twenty-one years. my conscience is clear ( Read more... )

here's one ( Read more... )

i just wrote this tonight...no name yet, i guess ( Read more... )

the rearview mirror is reflecting my fears ( Read more... )

I've got two hands at the bottom of a barrel ( Read more... )

i'm a dirty flower bed,
you're the flowers that have grown.
i'm a splintered wooden shack,
you're the feeling that makes it a home.
and out back i am the hammock,
for lazy days in june,
but i'd be useless if you weren't
the trees that i'm tied to.

myspace.com/walksmall ( Read more... )

what is it that the world demands from me?
i can't do it all. i apologize.
i will try. i always find myself feeling so nostalgic.
we've got to live for now, to ensure our futures,
and those of the ones we love.

at first, i thought the worst had come ( Read more... )

now, an update from 8 hours in the future ( Read more... )