It's fails to arrest you, as you slip through the hand cuffs one more time. The chain and ball tied to your leg, and you soon as rather cut it off than drag it behind you anymore. The horror behind the nightmare that is reality, and you stay in bed so you don't have to wake up to think about it. The moments, and all that shared in the great ( Read more... )

So almost could have been ( Read more... )

And everywhere he looks, there is love. And him the confused and unknowns to hold it. Somewhere there is a girl that acts like your wife, even when she's already married, and kid, a daughter to be exact, and a smile that cant hide behind when she looks at you. There and in completely different world he sees, that which he has always wanted. And it' ( Read more... )

Magnetized as if by some other being,
Hands grabbing two people and pulling them together,
And though they run,
It is only back to each other.

There is something about when ever she is around ( Read more... )

I cant take it anymore, it's all so pointless. I keep trying, even making the least effort possible to guard my own heart and I keep running into the same dilemma. A love that for some reason or another, I can't have. I believe in these "Loves..." that others may be feeling for me. But I strongly question weather or not I love in return. For me to ( Read more... )

And one day Peter said to Tigerlily... Days like these I need you the most.

The words avail me in this one moment... Where I cannot explain nor, encapsulate all the ideas into one story... No it's a million stories, it's my stories, and hers, and then the stories that no one knows about... And maybe even a poem here and there. There is no mistaking, no falling for ideas, or even creating a moment that could be as genuine ( Read more... )

A cold walk outside, with the cold beating against my skin... A few stars are out tonight, but there no reason to point it out, because no ones here to share them with... And I think to myself, the stars are always the most beautiful when no ones around to enjoy them with. A whisper in the back of the mind and the voice of inside says... "Where ( Read more... )

A bottle of Prozac sits on the new counter of my apartment... I stare and pretend it stares back. The questions, I’d have to answer for why this has happened, and what events may have led me to this point, are very well written in a stone with a pen that will never stop writing. And one day you'll just wake up, the whole world, will be same, but ( Read more... )