There are days when you come home,
You wonder why you feel a certain way.
In truth, you don't know why.
There are some days when you leave home,
You wonder why you feel the way you do.
In truth, emotion is a mystery.
The daily routine we place ourselves in, Read More »
A place one goes to escape the horror of reality,
a realm that uncovers the future. Nothing can
take one back to a memory as well as this place.
In this world, a fatherless child becomes lectured
by a father. This place, so wonderfully exquisite. Read More »
Living, Killing, Dieing, Death
These are the 4 stages of life and death
Pain, anger, suffering
This is what represents our people
We are killing helpless men and women Read More »
I wish to be a cod fish
swimming in the sea
cold and dark with hammerhead sharks-
now that's the life for me.
Or perhaps to be a boat
a-floating on the wake
Unaware of mark to make or take
and wine-filled draughts to drake.
The life for me must be Read More »
going through my desk, i noticed a notebook i had not packed for college. my mother must have hidden it for me in my desk, execting me to clean before midterms, i guess. but anyways, it cntains some poetry that i have the humility to think is fairly moderately decently okey. and i have nothing else to blog about right now. so here goes...
My friends and I laugh
Watching the preps flounce by
Prancing and tossing their heads like pretty little ponies
And just about as sensible
We laugh at their designer clothes
We laugh at their be-leg warmered ankles Read More »
