why do I write? I write to express myself. I write to create. I write to discover. I write because I can’t NOT do it. I write because I enjoy writing. I write to share a little bit about myself and to learn a lot about myself. I write cause I’m inspired. I write to…… Continue reading why do I write?
Don’t ever let the adult you Grow up so much That the child you Dies Break out the box of crayons (if you still have ’em) Buy a box (if ya don’t) Turn off your mind And just color like you did When you were a kid Free from worry Free from judgement Free from…… Continue reading Color box
ART SHOWING. ART FOR SALE. EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!
a.d. w. a. y. ? August 4, 2011 at 4:24am you would write a thing or two and toss it a million ways around the net- -work it’s way aross the many screens i didn’t think twice when it would sometimes hit me sometimes miss me. but now i find myself missing you you were…… Continue reading a.d.w.a.y – (something i wrote exactly 4 years ago tonight)
I might have let it get to me What I feel What I see What is what What is not I don’t know What is real i don’t know much of what is other than what i feel And what’s really to be What you do and do not show And what all is left…… Continue reading It’s not my time or maybe it’s exactly that
I get on quite easy living life as a spy, I’m a stupid kinda person. what kind of a stupid person am i? I like train spotting and breeding guppies. i want to be like all the yuppies in this town who pass me by and never say hi but when i’m left alone I…… Continue reading stupid magic (or maybe it’s just the whiskey)
finding the way through fears. finding myself and the freedom that comes from knowing thy self.
This is not a prison. This is a trap. I am the bait. ___________________________________________________________ Having balls is a good thing having raw passion is a good thing and a rare thing. To have both passion AND balls is what makes someone great. I miss the great ones I miss the lovers and the dreamers/creators I…… Continue reading the ghost of my friends
we retreat now you and i are – hidden. for awhile people in shadows we lay low in the dark can’t talk to you can’t talk to me as it goes back now like we are like we were like we sometimes always seem to do when time trips and slips and fades to and through in front of…… Continue reading in between the moon and you