Been runnin’ ‘round like a freakin’ moron an I still don’t even have a hint of what I’m up against. Just stuck here wonderin’ what I’m doin’ wrong. Hate feelin’ like I’m bein’ jerked ‘round. Like I’m bein’ played. All I see is a mystery that ain’t makin’ any sense. It’s literally as if somethin’ came out of the blue an boom, I got myself a ( Read more... )

I know it shouldn’t be this hard. I mean it’s almost like I’ve been waitin’ for something over here. I mean it’s like I think they’re all gonna be disappointed in what I’ve been up to. I mean, I’ve even started taking a few classes. I figure what the hell at this point. That and popping up on the radar with my name showing up that I’ve signed ( Read more... )

I have nothing better to do then try and heal and then break myself back down by pushing myself too hard. I have a pinched nerve around my shoulder blade. Yeah I know. I shouldn’t be trying to push myself so hard with weights when I was smacked down so bad. Just can’t stand staying at this place of Babs and Dick’s without feeling totally ( Read more... )

I got in the day after Thanksgiving. Missed it all together. One of them recruits of those ring wearing Lanterns gave me a lift. Just seemed there was too much to get done and not enough was looked at on Earth. First thing is first. Back to basics.As Red holds a member of the Triad over a ledge in Bludhaven, he seems unaffected by this man’s ( Read more... )

He thought if maybe he ran a little more, lifted some more weights, or beat the living hell out of the punching bag some more the anger would work away. That all the rage and hate would tire out of him. But it was like an inexhaustible supply that seemed to burn stronger then a raging inferno ( Read more... )

( What Dreams May Come )

Written in a "liberated" laptop after a black market bust.

No one told me he's loose. The clown is out. He's not in his cage. He and I didn't finish our last dance. We just got to a point and a stand still. Never got to finish it. Too much was unsaid and undone ( Read more... )

( Average Training Day )

( Crappy Apartment? $375 a month. Cheap coffee? $4.32. Reflecting on your life? Priceless. )

( Failure )