June 2008
1 post
The soft beauty of life
Sitting softly on the edge of reality the sun sets waiting for you. Colors so beautiful they treat the eye to the gift of nature. I find this beauty in your sole. Gazing deep into windows. Windows that open to life. Life outside my personal box. The place I call home, the place I feel safe. Dark, cold, and gray. Not what most consider safe. The freedom and beauty of colors can be scary. Scary to...
January 2008
2 posts
Start at the end, and finish at the beginning.
all you see is the flying saucer. spinning in your mind and around your finger. Your not sure were the ring came from but its been there for ever. If you took it off you would see your skin creating the negative to your photo. The pale skin shines more than the old crusty ring. Running down the twisting sidewalk. Spinning like a water slide and just as slippery. Slipping with almost every step. So...
Before the Beginning
Carpal tunnel… killing my hand the death of my fingers leads to the end of my story. The End before the start… The definition of our lives. Screwed before we get the chance Dismissed disqualified rejected undone Before the beginning no chance no hope no reason Fuck it all Grab your weak sole pick it up off the end shove it forward fuck peer pressure try personal pressure Say no to...
December 2007
2 posts
Echo
The walls of my brain echo with my thoughts. A pounding drum beet shaking my gray matter into a frenzy. A rumbled confusion mixed with determination. Like a drop of watter falling into a pond distorting its reflection with rings of abstraction growing from its sides. Sometimes a long walk can help to clear your head and straighten out your thoughts. Pulling them tight like a string bound between...
Wake up to the splash of reality
The thirst for WD40 is the high pitch call of the door that lets you into the world of everyone else. A squashy splash sings from below your work boots as you travel through the narrow walkway. Work boots tied with brown frayed laces that remind you every time you get ready to leave, that the life you lead is wearing away and in NEED of the word “NEW”. Cloudy days filled with rain help...
August 2007
1 post
PUSH
Open your eyes blurred unclear You see a bright red light in front of you. As your vision becomes more clear you see the button has writing. “PUSH” Identifies the purpose of the button. You follow its instructions. As you do you hear a loud BANG. A burst of hot air hits the side of your head. Burning your skin. Next, you feel the pressure of the sharp metal entering your skull. As...
July 2007
1 post
Tinny brown boxes
You fill your life into tiny brown boxes. You keep them safe with tape as transparent as your sole. Brown boxes filled with who you are Each part of yourself stacked. One on top of the other. Your life of brown boxes creates an expressionistic stair case. Leading up to the sky. Your empty self climbs. Climbing up the brown boxes of your life. As you get tired you realize the worth of the life you...
May 2007
2 posts
Our ideas float on the clouds above life.
The numb feeling in my brain causes me to imagine the feeling of life. I crack open my head and let my brain run wild in the open air. The fresh breeze carries my imagination over the atmosphere of our world. As it picks up speed it begins to fall apart and float to the ground to once again reunite itself with everything that created it. The brow of my eye flexes as i think of my loss. The loss of...
The hallway of life
The bridge over existence splits into a thousand roads. It travels over the thoughts and imaginations of everyone while they sleep. The fish that swim through your dreams feed on the memories of your old friends and family that you never think of. The smiles and tears that have all but faded away are the only proof that you have lived at all. The carbon copy receipt of your life. No returns after...
March 2007
2 posts
Dreams don't just happen at night.
The open spot in my heart is only for you. Warm and safe saved for only the best. I would protect that spot with all i have and after the spot has been filled that spot will stay safe for all time. Empty, lonely, cold, those are the words before you came. time stands still now. giving me the time to see the whole picture. So bright and beautiful. So full of life. so full of hope. The open spot has...
The gray scale is our nail in the coffin
Good luck on the mind fuck of the next generation. Pulling the gray yarn from our head, the lead, of our soul we’ll become dead before old. The race for the worst things of all that crawl into your mind, all the time, without crime or disorder in order keep us all in line we wont wine. Never out of control in the mixing bowl of life. without pain we maintain our false existence we...
January 2007
1 post
Sunset
The dimmer switch of the day slides down on its track. The noise it makes scars the sky with beautiful colors. As the wounds of this change heal, the marks of what has just occurred begin to ignite. Popping open in the sky like miniature eyes. The eyes of all our loved ones looking down upon us. The dead that watch over us. They are our protectors, our watchers. They are mysterious. they are...
December 2006
1 post
Living on the giving tree.
Living on the giving tree always meant so much to me. it has so much work to do yet all you thought its cared for was you. the place outside your living home races by seeing nothing in its path Ignorant to the actions you take poisoning the life that supports your existence The leaves of the giving tree fall without the cue of the seasons. The signs you ignore as you kill it more and more. The...
October 2006
1 post
Why am I doing this....?
Whats up? I’m Ned. Um, yeah I’m not sure why I deciding to write one of these fuckin things. i never go on-line and i hate this whole myspace thing. Just a bunch of trendy bullshit. Like how guys wear the girls pants and shit like that. Anyway, I’m sure your wondering why i would be writing a thing on something i hate. Let me tell you. Its not by choice. I was looking for a...
August 2006
1 post
As the paint dries on the puzzle
Time spent in a life with nothing to do can seem to fly by at the speed at which paint dries. You could easily be in the middle of doing many things and find that you are board. Board not because you have nothing to do but rather because the things you find yourself doing have nothing for you. It’s as if your are piecing together a puzzle with a million parts. Staring at each individual...
July 2006
1 post
Breakin'... Breakin'... She’s breakin' down.
Her life spins out of control as the people around her tell her things that remove every drop of honesty she posses. Every drop is like a brick removed from a beautiful castle. As her foundation is slowly depleted she starts to bend easier then ever before doing things that she has never done. As the darkness of this word starts to pull her closer to the bottom she thinks back of the times when...
June 2006
1 post
Unhinged and happy
The top of my head becomes unhinged. It pops open like a soda that’s been shaken. The sounds makes me tired so i lay down. As my head tilts my brain slips out and rolls around on the floor. i open my eyes at the sound of the thud. i can see my thoughts swirling around inside my grey matter. I smile knowing its all going to be OK. as my thoughts lay on the ground apart from my cranium. I can...
May 2006
4 posts
For Allie (One Love)
“If i could grant one wish for you it would be to bend time so that you could meet your heroes.” Time is an odd thing. Some people are given more then others. Why is it that the brightest candles burn out the fastest? How can something so precious to the world be taken away? How does this make any sense? If i could bend time I would have met you sooner. I would have spent time with...
As I burn the flames look so beautiful
As I burn the flames look so beautiful. The fire burns down to the cuticle. The smoke rising to the sky My only question, Why? How did this happen to me How will I ever see I cannot see, I cannot feel. Yet this tragedy seems so real I cannot see, I cannot feel As my skin begins to peal The world spins without regard This life never ending, Its getting so hard. Why do we hate what we dont know...
Drops of Sanity
Drops of sanity slide down the blue sky as the clouds find there train of thought. The soft cotton in the sky morph and shift the way thoughts flow through a simple mind. animals uncover themselves in the mess of life. bleached animals flying through the sky, tempting fate, and denying gravity its only true love. The air is sharp and cuts through the lungs of a young child who is the only witness...
Everything inside of me is burning up for you to...
My toe fell off while i was sleeping last night. In my dream i could see it fall to the ground and push through the floor. as it traveled through the solid matter that holds my reality in place the noise it made woke me up. I noticed that the sun had been up for hours and my room was hot enough to ignite a tear before it could rest on the ground. You don’t notice the heat when you’ve...