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07/01/06
The sun washes over me like water in a flood. I walk blind in the flood of light and heat. The searing
rays are day's life and blood. No wonder I'm a night person.
07/02/06
To what do I owe the words dispersed in verses of comedy and woe? What bids me forward in this
endeavor for conversation of glass and razored edge? How does the mind benefit from voluntarily
wrenching one's heart out? What am I looking for? Approval? Forgiveness?
07/07/06
The chaos you invite in is the chaos you must kick out. Unfortunately, chaos of the mind and heart are
rarely evicted.
07/09/06
It's amazing what some solid manual labor can help you forget. For a couple hours at least.
07/10/06
God, I wish the world was flat again. The way things were. The man I was then.
God, I wish the world was some shape new. To help me forget about you
07/13/06
On weary shoulders, the world rested ever shifting. Bored of the constance of things, Atlas found a
place to relocate the sphere far from outside harm. He walked away and found himself enjoying even the
toils of manual labor.
07/17/06
Wake up. Wake up from the world of nothingness. Wake up from the cold of the storm. Wake up from
the dream not so dream-like. The heart is not an organ of blood and flesh, it is the receptacle for love
unabashed. One day, I'll wake up and learn how to use it.
07/18/2006
If I was paid but a penny for every random thought, I'd be a millionaire by the weekend! Here's one
now, "Even Angels of Death & Deception need a little love & affection every now & again."
07/19/2006
I walked this razor's edge again, a hundredth time over. It tell me nothing new. "Keep your balance. Hold
it together. You'll be done soon enough." Unfortunately, i found the razor's voice familiar and fear the
truth that the razor no longer cared to goad me on. I walk the path of my own volition and of my own
prompt.
07/24/2006
Do you know the feeling the morning after? You wake up and look to your side and see the person
you're next to then think, "What in the F am I doing here?! How did I get HERE?!"
07/25/2006
I'm finding it harder and harder to fall asleep. Waking up is hard too. Right now, I'm attributing it to the
weather. On the aside, I'd say that I've got too much on my mind. I wonder how this weekend will
change things. . .
07/28/06
Ok, I have to admit it. She still smelled the same. It was a sweet that I breathed in like she was the first
bit of air I breathed after I’d been trapped in a cave. It feels like an animal had crawled inside and
realized where it was, now trying to claw its way out. I was made of ice and match with a slow burn is
melting me from the inside. If this keeps up, I won’t me be anymore, just a puddle confused as to what
happened. I’m fighting feelings I know I want to have with the person I know I want to have them with.
IN the name of friendship. I’m a sap. I’m a fool. How do you be-friend someone you used to love. . .
maybe still do. "Bullet in the brainpan. Bang Squish."
07/29/06
Mistakes come in all shapes and sizes. They cause everything from physical discomfort to emotional
distress to something as simple as a restless night. I find that I can fix other peoples’ problems so much
easier than my own. Moving on just doesn’t come natural to me. Neither does separating what I felt
from what I feel. Years pass and all I can still think of is one person. Years pass and she truly only
remembers me as a friend.
I don’t know what’s worse, the wondering or the knowing.
07/31/06
The blade used is clean and sharp up till a point. The serration is unintentional but there none-the-less.
08/07/06
How many times can that feeling of the morning after stay relevant? As many times as you let your mind
go to that place. What do you do when the addiction is a person and all that is left behind leads me
nowhere closer to indifferent?
08/09/06
A weathered brow finds company in earned sweat. The paces and races of heart beats and frayed days
has calmed to a resting speed. Thankfully with a pinch of bliss on the side, the air tastes clean with a hint
of metal oil
08/12/06
"I need you probably as bad as I need another hole in the head..." - Nickelback
08/13/06
As the days of mist and mourning pass, I trip over my mind's little traps. Forgotten things happen to
happen and words anew expose corners unglued.
08/18/06
Mmmmmmm.....warm soju. Just what the doctor ordered.
08/19/06
I am a world within myself. My thoughts keep me company when the silence of the night call for a
show. I dream of worlds where the secrets of the world are revealed to me and I'm still as insecure as
ever. Ah, ignorance really is bliss, isn't it?
08/21/06
Where do thoughts go that never gain voice? What do you do when thoughts get too loud? The world
washes away from my eyes as thoughts cloud the path ahead of me.
08/22/06
Tick. Tick. Tick. I'm waiting for the "Tock". When the sentence is complete and I wake up from this
dream. Knock. Knock. There should be one more Knock. The saying's in threes and i should be done
with this she.
The sun washes over me like water in a flood. I walk blind in the flood of light and heat. The searing
rays are day's life and blood. No wonder I'm a night person.
07/02/06
To what do I owe the words dispersed in verses of comedy and woe? What bids me forward in this
endeavor for conversation of glass and razored edge? How does the mind benefit from voluntarily
wrenching one's heart out? What am I looking for? Approval? Forgiveness?
07/07/06
The chaos you invite in is the chaos you must kick out. Unfortunately, chaos of the mind and heart are
rarely evicted.
07/09/06
It's amazing what some solid manual labor can help you forget. For a couple hours at least.
07/10/06
God, I wish the world was flat again. The way things were. The man I was then.
God, I wish the world was some shape new. To help me forget about you
07/13/06
On weary shoulders, the world rested ever shifting. Bored of the constance of things, Atlas found a
place to relocate the sphere far from outside harm. He walked away and found himself enjoying even the
toils of manual labor.
07/17/06
Wake up. Wake up from the world of nothingness. Wake up from the cold of the storm. Wake up from
the dream not so dream-like. The heart is not an organ of blood and flesh, it is the receptacle for love
unabashed. One day, I'll wake up and learn how to use it.
07/18/2006
If I was paid but a penny for every random thought, I'd be a millionaire by the weekend! Here's one
now, "Even Angels of Death & Deception need a little love & affection every now & again."
07/19/2006
I walked this razor's edge again, a hundredth time over. It tell me nothing new. "Keep your balance. Hold
it together. You'll be done soon enough." Unfortunately, i found the razor's voice familiar and fear the
truth that the razor no longer cared to goad me on. I walk the path of my own volition and of my own
prompt.
07/24/2006
Do you know the feeling the morning after? You wake up and look to your side and see the person
you're next to then think, "What in the F am I doing here?! How did I get HERE?!"
07/25/2006
I'm finding it harder and harder to fall asleep. Waking up is hard too. Right now, I'm attributing it to the
weather. On the aside, I'd say that I've got too much on my mind. I wonder how this weekend will
change things. . .
07/28/06
Ok, I have to admit it. She still smelled the same. It was a sweet that I breathed in like she was the first
bit of air I breathed after I’d been trapped in a cave. It feels like an animal had crawled inside and
realized where it was, now trying to claw its way out. I was made of ice and match with a slow burn is
melting me from the inside. If this keeps up, I won’t me be anymore, just a puddle confused as to what
happened. I’m fighting feelings I know I want to have with the person I know I want to have them with.
IN the name of friendship. I’m a sap. I’m a fool. How do you be-friend someone you used to love. . .
maybe still do. "Bullet in the brainpan. Bang Squish."
07/29/06
Mistakes come in all shapes and sizes. They cause everything from physical discomfort to emotional
distress to something as simple as a restless night. I find that I can fix other peoples’ problems so much
easier than my own. Moving on just doesn’t come natural to me. Neither does separating what I felt
from what I feel. Years pass and all I can still think of is one person. Years pass and she truly only
remembers me as a friend.
I don’t know what’s worse, the wondering or the knowing.
07/31/06
The blade used is clean and sharp up till a point. The serration is unintentional but there none-the-less.
08/07/06
How many times can that feeling of the morning after stay relevant? As many times as you let your mind
go to that place. What do you do when the addiction is a person and all that is left behind leads me
nowhere closer to indifferent?
08/09/06
A weathered brow finds company in earned sweat. The paces and races of heart beats and frayed days
has calmed to a resting speed. Thankfully with a pinch of bliss on the side, the air tastes clean with a hint
of metal oil
08/12/06
"I need you probably as bad as I need another hole in the head..." - Nickelback
08/13/06
As the days of mist and mourning pass, I trip over my mind's little traps. Forgotten things happen to
happen and words anew expose corners unglued.
08/18/06
Mmmmmmm.....warm soju. Just what the doctor ordered.
08/19/06
I am a world within myself. My thoughts keep me company when the silence of the night call for a
show. I dream of worlds where the secrets of the world are revealed to me and I'm still as insecure as
ever. Ah, ignorance really is bliss, isn't it?
08/21/06
Where do thoughts go that never gain voice? What do you do when thoughts get too loud? The world
washes away from my eyes as thoughts cloud the path ahead of me.
08/22/06
Tick. Tick. Tick. I'm waiting for the "Tock". When the sentence is complete and I wake up from this
dream. Knock. Knock. There should be one more Knock. The saying's in threes and i should be done
with this she.