Roses are red, Violets are blue, We're eating La Gitana pizza tomorrow, And Caleb isn't.
I'm listening to Lamb of God right now so if this comes out reading angry, my bad. Omerta. Wow! One year...well, kinda. There was a few months there where I didn't write much of anything, maybe once or twice. Depression is very real and debilitating, in case you haven't noticed. I want … Continue reading State of the Boat. #12 – My (One Year) Anniversary
She threw her arms up, trying to break free as she stood up. Red eyes brimming over with tears, hair in pigtail braids, flailing her arms wildly in her yellow raincoat, she stomped her foot in her little ducky galoshes, “I won’t leave her daddy! I won’t I won’t I won’t-“
I've had Nutshell by Alice in Chains stuck in my head all day. - Joey It's the moment you know we've won, In that instance so high above, For we couldn't hear the tumult; Or see the cars as they collided, For we couldn't feel the flaming; Metal twisted, puddles growing … Continue reading No one to cry to
Don't you know what you do? I'm sure of it. sundried catacombs extraneously eviscerated subterranean pensiveness The rhythm lost amongst the lyrics Shiny faced blurtings bordering nonsensical Cast it past the tips of Montawk Point Even past Malibu where they lay down to die I'm sure of it. More so this time … Continue reading the Aftermath of Debasing Criticism
I wouldn't curse anyone with speaking my name. It's the syntax, you see. The odd pronunciation and roll of the r's, they give a feel that tends to leave people hurried and unsettled. I'd rather listen to radio pop, complete with claims of grandeur than hear someone's guttural attempts at passable duplications. I'd rather put … Continue reading To the Hearts Cold and Blue
I've been awake too long for this dance, sweetheart Ember sized holes in the corners of the pages Creased spines; not quite yet broken through Blurry eyes smearing the ink, drug along for the ride Too jaded to not pass it on, sheepish grins and slow waltzes Rhythmic progressions too brutish and predictable to hold … Continue reading Nadir