Sand Man

The sand man promenaded through the park        pour out his inners      drenching the side walk        his organs sat on the ground         chilling on the side of the road      melting into the scenery             and you could see him crying           but the crying would only make him                even more…

A Sift

 my body is sand sifting through      a equilateral box      where is your remembrance           of the ones you love         there like oil in water         would you listen if I was to complain      because i am terribly emotional          and…

Frozen it felt like my world in an ice cube      and I was in solitude          my salvation in a  tiny bubble          each breath was painful            and my mind was spinning              I tried to look both ways              as I was crossing the street             only to see that plane crash…

Mad Wal-Mart Disease

Once you enter Wal-Mart you can't escape. The store is a massive black hole of consumerism. Right when you enter you will find there isn't that raisin old man anymore at the entrance handing out stickers, but a gigantium pile of watermelons (probably genetically engineered crops). Then you have stacks full of extra soft toilet…

Words I don’t like pt1

Cute I hate the word cute because people (or girls) use this word for nearly everything. "Oh that outfit looks so cute!" or "You look so cute!" What does the word mean anyways? We use the word so much that it uses all of it's meaning. I guess you can call little kids cute, but…

Thoughts on life

I write for all the men and women I have left behind. For time itself is about moving forward, not about moving backward. We wonder and remember all the memories encapsulated in fleeting moments in the past. And wonder where these friendships began or ended. Time itself seems to have past but memories are not…

Layered Stick People

Interpose our people     and layer them over and over        don't put down the glaze       if you dare to upset this growth       I want to hear your voice         but where were you all along?        the updraft hasn't burnt me yet      are we faceless and without a voice?      cut…

Coming back to reality [A brief reflection of camp]

It's been only a day away from being a full time counselor at a Jesus camp, to be a full time couch potato. But this spud isn't thinking of only staying on the couch, but being active and having goals for every day. Camp was a phenomenal experience. Every day pushed my energy level to…

i may be blazing burning bright         as you saw me falling in mid flight       the serene air tingled a tune for me         and serendipity twinkled an eye to see      we leave behind all luggage of the past         remember the rest of the cast       people evaporate and reappear    …