this is me caring lessThere is no way for me to explain the amount I don’t care…this is me caring less
what any of you think.
(yes you reading this.)
I have had my bridges burnt,
by snobs with up turned noses. They write their pretty words
that mean nothing.
(but they mean nothing so pretty)
This was a fight to the death,
and I’m now six feet bound. Pen and paper in hand,
swinging is how I went down.
(they had the first and last words though)
I’m the ugly American, and I wrote ugly things.
Las Vegas love songShe sits still on the edge of the bed.Las Vegas love song
I want her to love me forever. And I feel like I am less then clever. She is beauty and I am the beast. There is comfort in being weak. I want her to want me. She wants me to stay home. So we both crawl back into bed. The rush of blood and taste of sweat. I watch her mown and bite her lip. We both surge together and go limp. Pleasure isn’t always an endeavor, And it never lasts forever, But life isn’t meant for us to hold on to. Life is meant to live.
She sits still on the edge of the bed.
king of the deadShe walked into the bedroom. This was going to get ugly.king of the dead
I had recently started working the night shift, and our relationship was suffering. I slept when she was awake. She slept when I was awake. We had become strangers. I couldn’t tell you three things about her day. Not three. I missed my wife, but I couldn’t stop working.
“Are you going to work tonight?” yeah this was bad. “You know the answer to that.” “You could just call in.” “No I can’t. You know that too. Do you like having a roof and fo
a picture of a beautiful girlShe is a tortured soul. No one sees her struggle. No one sees her fight for control. She looks at things in shades of red. Blood drips slowly, from a cut on her forehead. No one loves a broken doll; no one loves anyone who bleeds. (this is what she tells herself.)a picture of a beautiful girl
She loves a boy who loves a girl. She believes in beauty, But she believes looks can kill. So with a cold stare she looks at him. Hoping that his hope will wither within. There is never anything pretty about want. (this is how she lives.)
She walks in silence, Just the moon and co
Nov. 3rd 4th 5thWater had run up the side of the boat and he was shin deep. There was a pause as the crew of the tug stopped rushing about yelling and stared at the sky where the bridge should have been.Nov. 3rd 4th 5th
A low thunder shuddered into the silence. The men turned to the sound. Tom wanted to scream or cry. It was a car, driving fast, shifting to fifth. Everyone waited. Tom saw his breath materialize. He noticed he was breathing heavily, forgetting how cold it was. The water in his shoes sloshed as he shifted weight and stared down at the pool by his feet. Finding this was easier to look at than unrealized tragedy he remained, head bowed, in wet boot
Seaside 02
if you kiss my ass, i will kiss yours. promise.
Artistic
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
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call it what you want.
i only really come on nowadays to drop the odd note to tricia. But there are a lot of fucked up people and selfish people on this site man, so i don't tend to socialise much... if you ahve msn i could always drop you that.
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
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[myspace][xanga][YouTube] [~supernaturalclub]
if you ever come out with a record
[which i'm sure you will..!]
please let me know
you're an excelent writer with an awesome band
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hold on to me darling, I've got nowhere else to go...
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Come to the darkside. We have cookies.
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The trouble with life is there's no background music.
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mimesis, the poetry journal
Buy Mimesis issue one here.
Buy Mimesis issue two here.
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