Saturday, May 30, 2009


Deep

Soft


Voice

Sound


Touch

Feel


Refection

Ground


Damp

Deep


Dark

Peer


Lost

Confusion


Clouds

Tear


Fear

You

Coming



Near



Broken

Falling


Down

Smear


Save

Us


Can

You

Hear?


Loud

Cries


Thunder

Spies


Mass

Destruction

In

Your

Eyes


Looking

Part

Of

Me



Dies



Will the sun ever rise?




Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Yum





YumYum





YumYumYum





TEE



YUMNOM





NOMNOMNOMNOM





YUM



nom...

nom...

nomnom...nom.nom

























*BELCH*

Saturday, May 23, 2009

My Broken Little Angel


Once i saw a little guy

He had bags beneath his eyes

And the little girl with him

Look like she was gunna cry

And it made me wonder what was wrong

So i sat there and finish up my lunch

And i sat there and i wached

There was a man with a beard

And a stern look on his face

His words were harsh

But unheard

I could feel the darkness seeping around them

His tone was damp

As he sat at that table

I wached him

He was livid

And his kids were afrid of him

He turned to the little girl

He got so close to her face

Grabbed her sholders

And growled something inaudiboe at her


That was strike one


He told motiond her tward the bathroom

Such a small gem

Walking herself away

And then he turned to the little boy

He moved next time him

Grabbed his face

He was growled at too

But with more force

Anger running deep through the air

And that beast of a man moved back to the other side


I almost wished that little girl would have been abducted

So at least she could ascape from this


But she returned with obedience

A fear in her eyes

She clambored into the seat beside the man

He carelessly tosed a napkin into her food and laughed...

She sunk into her place

Then he snapped his eyes to that little angel of a boy

Grumbles something

And i saw the tears well up


Strike two


That little boy held it together

And he looked around the room

He looked at me

At my eyes

And i knew what that man was doing

That little angel looked into me

And all i could see was


"help me

please

im scared

and im alone

and i need a hand

please

take me away from this place

from my fears

so i can cry

i want to be a kid

not a slave

i dont want to be afraid anymore..."


He looked away


And the worst thing is


I couldnt do a thing to help that little sweetie


I walked out of the resturant

Holding my tears

Because i knew

That little boy had to go home

And he had to face what ever kind of deamon that man was...


I can only wish to be that brave...








Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Mirrors Lie

When you look in the mirror
Do you trust what you see?
Do you quetion it by asking
"Is this really me?"
Do you treat it as a friend
As a trustworthy fellow?
Do you let it tell lies
Hear its laughs bellow
What you see in the mirror
Is what it wants you to see
Cuz mirrors are alive
As are you and me

Im trying to inspire myself... im really wanting to write a short story about mirrors.. and how they lie lol

Monday, May 4, 2009

Fear of You


The worst feeling in the world:



The feeling of fear that consumes you when you look in the miror... the voice inside your head that tells you what you will do...despite what you may want... the hollow insecure place that occupies your mind... the pit where things loom...beasts... they plot your undoing... and your just now sencing what they... that they are... despite what your mother told you... monsters do exist... she cant save you from them... they are rite there in your mind... waiting... wanting... wishing...
and no matter how loud you scream... no one will ever hear.. no one will ever come


and you can not escape whats inside of you.