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The Somewhere: Bricks and Cement
Fuck.
Shit.
God Damnit.
Why can't you just look and see me?
Well.
I know you can.
Kinda Sorta.
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.
The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.
Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
Someone.
She was new in school, I think.
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
Pretty outgoing....
Thursday 19th October 2017 4:16 am
Ringling Brothers
Surround me.
An Idola, who deserves the persecution that comes with
the eyes of a hungry audience.
The Lion greedily roars, depraved in hunger and gifted with I, the sacrafice.
Big Top mentality, the bigger the crowd the thirstier for bile, that drips into the cotton candy machine.
I have crossed my eyes with x's, until I could be accused of a clown's facade.
I've
...
Friday 28th July 2017 3:01 am
sleep deprived teen angst. (aka, sad jumbled b/s i wrote after staying up all night)
things are getting bad again. things have been bad for awhile.
maybe im thinking too much, i mean, i havent slept in 24 hours
maybe it's just that video i watched on black holes getting to me
the thought that one day everything i know will just be sucked into one singularity and basically cease to exist
it's not really comforting...
things have been bad for awhile.
it's not so mu...
Monday 26th June 2017 1:26 pm
Death Brought Us Closer
Death brings us closer #25
The only connection I truly had with this young man was the darkness that beholds us both,
He could speak with such talent and such words, you would think it was a bible oath,
This young, charming and daring man was a fighter,
However, all fights but come to an end,
In his case, it was the end, however, I will remember this, and I will defend,
Defe...
Friday 28th April 2017 3:43 pm
am i selfish?
Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.
Am I selfish for wanting another hug?
I handed you the...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:54 pm
Final Act
For the first girl I really loved ... long gone ...
____
Final Act
Brevity,
playing the fool
with time,
composes
his longest
soliloquy
in the actor's
dark asides.
Among the packed
stalls of eternity,
silence follows:
louder
than the aeons
of applause
life received.
Tuesday 7th March 2017 11:33 am
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