

Ode to CharlieI rock like a child As I tell him of my fears Clutch him close to my chest And wet his fur with tearsOde to Charlie
No matter how often I disrespect him He only loves me more If I punch him in blind rage Or throw him to the floor
His eyes are full of forgiveness His ears are eager to hear Each and every little worry As I hold him near
He never judges Or tells me that Im wrong Hes only there to listen For however long
He may be stitched together But hes alive to me And theres not a life I treasure mo


ShipwreckBound by Bodiless emotion Like a ship dashed upon the rocks Lured by the sweet voices of sirens Who assure warmth and happiness in their arms But their promises quickly wither away As you sink towards the murky ocean floor Listening as their trills change to cruel laughter.Shipwreck
I should have covered my ears & ignored their song But in this time of weakness I gave in to hope.


A Familiar FeelingA Familiar FeelingA Familiar Feeling
I lay in my bed at night staring at the ceiling. I wish that the dark would swallow me whole, instead of eating away at me slowly like it does. I try to push my usual thoughts from my head, but they somehow manage to slip passed me and back into the main subject of my mind. Emotions hold me down and rape me until I find myself crying again. For what reason do I torture myself daily with these thoughts? How long must I serve my time behind these bars of life? Why does my mind reserve the right to punish me? I guess not every question is easy to answer, but all the same I would like to know what makes me despise


UntouchableUnfeeling I drift through the emptiness, a hollow shell. Moving through life in a haze as a sleep walker stumbling blindly. Numbness seeping into the skin, the flesh, the marrow. Not cold nor hot. Screaming silence.Untouchable
Demons and angles flow past in a gentle, tumultuous current. They reach for the heavens and fall to the pits, I watch with indifference as they rot and rise. Then a shining light approaches.
Growing nearer and burning brighter. Soft touch,gentle caress breaking through where all else has faltered. Pulling me to the surface, the voices focus. Focus into
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i can resist everything except temptation.
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You make her regret.
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"I rarely want to know what's in the artist's mind. Finding out what an artist thinks about his art is nowhere near as exciting as finding out what it means to you." - David Bowie
((drugged hobo was here))
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I love the smell of napalm in the morning... failing that, croissants and a latte...
Donkey Lovers can kiss my Ass...
12 out of 10 people agree, 2 out of 10 people are schizophrenic...
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