breath air so cold heavenly smoke tentative smile only one more minute till death knocks on the door larks they cry as these cogs move amalgamating bad news a flame to shy away just to tease you of some stray light have mercy and to remember a promise to see it's fullfillment cannot be understated…

A rough patch

I hate to do this but I feel like I finally have to. Complaining isn't something I ever want to indulge in, especially because it doesn't seem practical or beneficiary. But, it seems like I'm hitting a pretty rough patch in my life and I haven't been able to move off the rough and on…

only Xanga

Seemingly Xanga has bee oddly enough very consistent for me of late. Perhaps it's because of the aloneness, that I've been experiencing. I first began Xanga when I was 14 when I felt I needed to share something with the world, something extremely personable to me. It allowed me to vent most of my frustrations.…

There’s a place

we don't give up easily the disenchanted world has put us to the test to sell our selves out to unhinge the desperation when it's all folly and mist should i sell my soul to a faux complimentary soul and should fall complacent into monetary hibernation shall I chase the red herring to be only…

I wonder how life would have been different if I made the other decision and took the other path if I said "yes" instead of "no" if our eyes would have met if they would have sparked you said it would be easy to dance these ideas in your mind just staining reality like a…

The mountain king and his honor

Sometimes I see these blue skies and I wish I could fly Then I could lay on the clouds, talk with birds, or visit the mountain king to the clouds I would keep a jar for rememberance and to the birds I would ask "Why do you wake up so early in the morning?" "Do…

oh so sorry to be basking in myself these typical conversations are just chipping away at me do we even have incentives to be pressing continueinstead there's just still water being left over nothing novel or divine or some new archilogical find return back home to find it all gone lasting till the very end…

i was silent

I was silent for most of the time. I wanted to say something. Something interesting. Sitting there. Staring straight ahead. Eating spaghetti and meatballs. Observing, listening, the subtleties...like when a person hijacks a conversation topic that has nothing to do with the current topic to mention something completely irrelevant. Or when a person is touching their arm,…

This day was won   (silence falls too soon)   into the deep we fall   (so we serenade)   a brief hiatus   (so we wait)  and the tigers smelling our scent   to come down from our hot air balloons (we descend too soon)   and a plausible route  you're straight shooter    dreams in the cross hairs   shutter and open   these eclipsing shades …

Some advice

Sometimes I don't know what to write even though I know I should. It's like I have a shred of an idea. An inconsistency, a need to express words that haven't been expressed in real life. I guess if I could boil down advice for myself is to always keep hope alive. Let it flourish…