It's just the way i am.
Highly opinionated, socially awkward,
some how making the feeling in the room turn.. well.. uncomfortable.
I tried turning "it" off, but it seems bland.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Dead Men.
when will this end
will i know
what damage lies beneath the rubble
smoky eyes, and short of breathe
your here, but i cant feel you
i see you but my eyes have fooled me before
i can hear a voice, still faint, i am dreaming
through silhouettes and shadows of the monster i feed
you live somewhere past
better off with out me
still what a haunting place
as if i were anticipating your fall
the demise of who you live for
i like to believe what you have is real
but my eyes have fooled me before
p.s- I built this for you! Do you accept?
...................................................
I place it on a hight shelf knowing its about to fall, and wait.
will i know
what damage lies beneath the rubble
smoky eyes, and short of breathe
your here, but i cant feel you
i see you but my eyes have fooled me before
i can hear a voice, still faint, i am dreaming
through silhouettes and shadows of the monster i feed
you live somewhere past
better off with out me
still what a haunting place
as if i were anticipating your fall
the demise of who you live for
i like to believe what you have is real
but my eyes have fooled me before
p.s- I built this for you! Do you accept?
...................................................
I place it on a hight shelf knowing its about to fall, and wait.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
show your bones.
i am a wonderful magician.
i can make almost anything disappear. Feed an ocean of fire, and gluttony, thoughts that linger, like living dead. Never to exhume for further investigation. A once cluttered closet space, now barren like aired plains under scorching skies. Shall i trade the heat ridden land, for one with ashed skies, and fruit of black? Or stay here and drink from the water i myself have polluted with hope, dreams, skeletons and bones long forgotten.
I lay with these tonight, pull them close as a lover.
p.s-for your troubles, i offer some insight.
i can make almost anything disappear. Feed an ocean of fire, and gluttony, thoughts that linger, like living dead. Never to exhume for further investigation. A once cluttered closet space, now barren like aired plains under scorching skies. Shall i trade the heat ridden land, for one with ashed skies, and fruit of black? Or stay here and drink from the water i myself have polluted with hope, dreams, skeletons and bones long forgotten.
I lay with these tonight, pull them close as a lover.
p.s-for your troubles, i offer some insight.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Disregaurd this gesture.
every day, i wake up with two things in mind. Today i cant write, anything, because my mind is indecisive about one little thing. I attempt, I fail. I watch from a box this place i could never enter, i watch them eat, sleep, walk, play, talk, fuck, and then play some more. Today, they seem distant once again, my heart is now involved with it. Two bodies in one, tearing the other side apart, is it possible for either to prevail? I guess not. Wasted energy. Wasted time. Again. A place i return to, the box i wont let them touch, its all mine, that place.
Where shall i put my things?
Where shall i put my things?
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