Through channels narrow
a man is a single noise to this universe-
his dream circles for an eternity,
the desire to land his thoughts
and touch something of himself out there.
Tuesday November 24, 2009 at 17:13
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Tuesday November 24, 2009 at 14:11
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Tuesday November 24, 2009 at 11:10
I doth recall the mark of sin.
etched in by violent winter winds;
the soulful cries of harmony
attempting to seep out.
I doth recall my youthful will;
tumultuous waters want to be still;
I hold in hand the golden key
that locks the iron door of doubt.
Tuesday November 24, 2009 at 9:00
I have seen this world before and it is most unpleasant. Please let me go. Let me fly around. I don't want to be conscious of my surroundings. I want to drift away, slowly drift away and then disappear in the sky. Next to the stars. For once in my life, I want to feel the warmth.
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Monday November 23, 2009 at 19:27
“The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.”
—
Marilyn Monroe
ha. yes.
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Monday November 23, 2009 at 16:24
Some Day in April, 2005
Out, out! but the candles
stay lit and we move nonetheless
in broken rhythms, steady
then stopped like a telegraph
pleading for someone/anyone
to save me from a sentence of
isolation.
The synthetic strap is stopping
my blood from flowing, but
I move faster still.
Stop.
Our hearts beat together and
sometimes skip a beat together
and sometimes we’re completely
off but we move nonetheless.
Stop.
I embalm my innocence with
sharp wit and rapport, balanced
with just enough cynicism.
No matter, however, because,
I am laying beside her while
cheap scented candles mix with
poor forgettable music and
unfinished business to leave
a terrible taste in my mouth.
No words can save me from that
first-time second-rate lousy lay;
Stop.
Monday November 23, 2009 at 16:08
"I think human beings have done nothing but destroy everything they touch since the beginning of man. I think they were basically designed to destroy themselves."
- John Frusciante 1989
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Monday November 23, 2009 at 10:05
The other girl
Growth, the new, and ideas took her away
After all the hatred and the fighting.
I cannot explain why I wanted her back.
two films in two weeks
one and a half each.
I just sat there.
I would eat.
I would drink.
But nothing could make me leave.
Nothing would take the comfort of darkness from me.
I swore for years that I would pray for the day
that I could be apart from her.
I spent my childhood trying to make her proud;
Trying to be near her.
All I got was tears and bruises.
A scratch on the eye that blinded me for a week.
And no one ever looked at her.
The explanation was our youth; the torture.
Not the evil I saw in her.
But I am not the person I am now without her.
But seeing how much I hate both persons,
it makes me regret my existence.
Why would I let someone do this to me on purpose?
Monday November 23, 2009 at 9:00
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