This apartment is so still
Its tiny sounds are deaf to my ears
And I may be leaving it soon
I wish to imbibe sweet whisky states away
From all this ruckus and rampage
That my life seems to be
Beer may hide the wounds
Though I am still bleeding
I am what my parents did not wish......Read More
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* i wrote this a while ago --
“Can you feel my heart?”…It’s thawing.
–In split seconds such as this I feel
You are my conquest, you – the one desire I want to need – only to need would mean to melt completely – in this moment......Read More
Oscar was waiting, outside of his half finished home. Smoking silently, sipping gin and thinking.
liquor is the match fueling regrets. A Hermit. Divorced. Alone. What he was waiting for was
only known to him - until he drove his Harley on a random day when an adolescant boy
borrowed his......Read More
i could see his lonely life in
every bit of him
abandoned,
steadily and unsure
mumbling under his breath
he fixed bits on my car
hungover and uninspired i stood staring at the sky
sweating out booze, smoke and such
daydreaming of rythmic breathing during rem
while he......Read More
I remember a time in my life when i would look all around me and see nothing but beauty in everything - then one day it was as if all of a sudden i was aware of time in a different format. everthing was leading up to something or had already past -
and now even at this moment each click of the......Read More