April 2012
1 post
February 2011
3 posts
the words in your head
still remain unsaid
open the door.
turn on the lights.
show me some more.
tell me it’s alright.
“They don’t need me here,
and I know you’re there.”
January 2011
2 posts
I don’t want the world; I just want your half.
“Do you read me?
I think these numbers are beginning to eat me.”
November 2010
2 posts
Words I wrote from a foreign land:
You’re holding my no longer foreign hand.
Words are very unnecessary. They can only do harm.
Words are trivial Pleasures remain So does the pain Words are meaningless And forgettable
December 2008
1 post
Nothing isn’t nothing, nothing’s something that’s important to me. That’s right. And everyone’s a little nothing, that’s okay, that’s how it should be. That’s right.
August 2008
2 posts
We were just trying to write songs about prostitutes and lesbians, that’s all.” - Paul McCartney
“You want to know about voting. I’m here to tell you about voting. Imagine you’re locked up in a huge underground nightclub filled with sinners, whores, freaks, and unnameable things that rape pit bulls for fun. And you ain’t allowed out until you all vote for what you want to do tonight. You like to put your feet up and watch ‘Republican Party Reservation.’...
May 2008
1 post
“You will grow tired, Siddhartha.” “I will grow tired.” “You will fall asleep, Siddhartha.” “I will not fall asleep.” “You will die, Siddhartha.” “I will die.” - Siddhartha
April 2008
1 post
I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I’ve bought a big bat. I’m all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me! - Dr. Seuss
February 2008
1 post
The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am. Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason. Why: Lest I revenge. Myself upon myself? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? ...
November 2007
1 post
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days. - William Shakespeare, Richard III
October 2007
1 post
Thus do I ever make my fool my purse; For I mine own gained knowledge should profane, If I would time expend with such a snipe But for my sport and profit. - William Shakespeare, Othello
June 2007
2 posts
There’s nothing to see here, people, keep moving on. Slowly their necks turn, and then they’re gone, No one cares when the show is done. _ Standing in line and it’s cold and you want to go, Remember a joke so you turn around, There’s no one to listen, so you laugh by yourself. _ The crowd on the street walks slowly, don’t mind the rain, Lovers hold hands to numb...
There’s no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There’s no knowing where we’re rowing or which way the river’s flowing. Is it raining? It is snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of Hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? YES! THE DANGER MUST BE GROWING, FOR THE ROWERS...
May 2007
2 posts
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses, No expression, no expression. Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow, No tomorrow, no tomorrow. And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had. I...
Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I’d go berserk?? WELL… You left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse and now you see I’ve gone completely out of my mind. AND.. They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaa, They’re coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa, To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all...
March 2007
1 post
A man said to the universe “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.”
February 2007
1 post
This is the last time I will say my name I made mistakes, but I am not ashamed Now am I loud enough to hear my name? I made mistakes, but I am not ashamed!