I tried to drag you back but i know it was only me       we're just a ragtag group of misfits    outfitted with the most bizarre clothes    ive got too many folds that you can see       the juggernaut came slamming through my wall          and I just looked up quite appalled         …

Bombshelter

we pulled our hair back and say our prayers   because we always laced our hands with the handcuffed         before being shoved out of a ten story window         I was a hallow man when I fell          so the empty sound didn't hurt so much          I'm  a child scared of the world           …

I wanted to let go of you   but I thought it would be too soon       fleeting floods of sunlight              reflecting off matalic objects          like warmth radiating off the side walk                 I wait here                    for you                a fatal smile                 makes me float down the Nile      …

Can you ever stop being yourself?

Can I ever stop being myself and be someone else? Is it ever possible to not be yourself? Are people that really good at acting like someone we aren't? Or is it just another facade of our intricate personality? Some days I act completely different than I was yesterday. Sometimes I just feel normal, act…

I let it all go    to dwell alone       in this basement of fears     Be the herald for Hope they say   when we ourselves were the next Ceasers   Naught one of us wants to the martyrs   when we only want to be recognized     but put all your perishables away…

where went the halo    so round and so sound       sheltering my life   it was my bomb shelter    before the mob arrived   and began knocking at my door      our father hallow be thy name         another knock      your kingdom come your will be done         undoing a lock      I…

the strangeness of the storm      twirling so elegantly so enticing        so believable that we stand like statues near the beach     before the eye swirling like cotton candy came so near       the wind lifted me up          and the dry leaves stirred once more     When will it ever come to pass?…

The day’s almost gone

Do you find yourself want to do something before the day ends or when you go to sleep? I find myself wanting to justify my day, to say that today was truly worth it. Or to say that I somehow moved forward , accomplished something worth accomplishing, made a difference in someone's lives. I wonder…

A vine on a tree

Life sometimes just feels like a stream of consciousness. People come in  to our lives, we get to know them, their insecurities, their peculiarities, discovering the strengths, their weaknesses. People are just so damn complex, we try to stereotype people, thinking they are the nerd, the drama queen, the sporty guy, the clingy girl, the…

One billion Fireworks (short writing)

D: So what is this an illusion?  N: No this is reality…? D: What would you mean this is reality? How do you know for certain? This could be a very realistic dream. N: Well if this was a dream you certainly wouldn’t be in it and secondly I wouldn't be having such a boring…