May 16, 2012

A Longing For... A Desire... A NEED.

Everything became a blur, there was smoke everywhere and I could no longer see their faces. It was inside of Cory’s old apartment, it started in his upstairs living room then we went downstairs to the basement. I could sense the presence of about five human beings other than myself, but I didn’t know who. I couldn’t see who. I knew one of them was Cory… One of them had to be Cory… Right? The smoke… The smell… It was overwhelming. It all came together at once yet, I couldn’t understand it. I had so many unanswered questions that I needed so badly to be answered. Why was I there? Who was I with? Was SHE there? Would THEY bring me any harm? I walked over to the circle of chairs I remembered so well. I sat down and I looked around. I got a very short glimpse of their faces, but not a long enough glimpse to have any clue as to who they were. What I did notice in my tiny glimpse was they were all white skinned. The smoke rolled back in and I inhaled the smell of the marijuana. I think… I almost… Liked it… No, I’m lying. I did like it… I missed it… I wanted it… I NEEDED it… But, I couldn't have it. I couldn't stoop that low... Not again.

May 11, 2012

A Typical Monday Morning (A Haiku)

no no no no no
no no no no no no no
no no no no fine

May 9, 2012

Oh The Problems.

Oh The Problems....

Theres always tomorrow to fix things you did yesterday.  If you screw up, take a day too think about the best situation on how to fix it.  Everybody makes mistakes, but the people who end up on the street, or in a sticky situation are the people who just let it be.  Its the people who try and fix what they've done, that go on in life and the problem never faces them again.

May 5, 2012

pinkie promise

He broke another promise
I made him pinkie swear
He begged me for forgiveness
i didn't give a hair
"your pinkie belongs to me now.
not you arm and not your liver"
to myself "where could it be now"
and i ran to find the cleaver
"you don't need your pinkie anyway"
i said to him warm and soft
"I've got nothing else to tell you"
and i chopped his pinkie off
I wear it on a necklace
It is my lucky charm
no one dears break a promise
when they swear on their right arm
someone swore to me once
Merle on a toe
her toe belongs to me now
a new one will not grow

May 3, 2012


I won't be near a computer at all tomorrow, so I thought I'd just do this a day early. It's short...I might use it sometime in the future. Enjoy.

Loneliness is so strange.
It’s like a cigarette.

Think about it.

At first, it’s kind of cool. It makes you look mysterious and secretive, like you’re too cool to talk to those people are to go to that place. You’d rather be by yourself and do whatever you want. People look at you and wonder who you are, where you came from, and what you’re doing.

But after a while, you can’t seem to function without it. You become worn out and sick, and finally, it completely destroys you and the person that you used to be. You start to wonder what your life could have been like without it, opportunities you missed out on, and the people you could have met.

At the end, you’re miserable.