a public post of ones emotions.
the darkest secret a person can posses.

20 miles till dawn
the pinks strikes a lake
explosions of vibrant thoughts
the water, still
ripples spell the secrets
cascading trees wilt the rose
the beautiful wicked arise
perfection.

I am not virtuous. Our sons will be if we shed enough blood to give them the right to be.

its rained inside for 4 days ( Read more... )

if someone asks, "what is your greatest fear," you may hear things such as failure, scary animals, the future, etc. I would have to say my greatest fear is my mind. The smallest thing will set me off. I can't understand why this happens. I can't help to think my future is also headed for shit. "Things get better over time." I've been waiting ( Read more... )

God. The concept terrifies me. I can argue for both sides so well that I am torn between both of them. On one hand I can argue that the belief in God(s) is a complete cop-out and we use these Idols simply as a crutch. People are emotionally weak, myself included, therefore we place our lives in the hands of a Higher Power in hopes of a better ( Read more... )

When I am in a new place, it is like when a computer is doing too many things at the same time and the central processor unit is blocked up and there isn't any space left to think about other things. And when I am in a new place and there are lots of people there it is even harder because people are not like animals, grass, or trees because they ( Read more... )

thought pattern ( Read more... )

( cats, bugs, and trees )

An awkward conversation that only gets prolonged. We drag our cigarettes like it is our job. Picture your idealist romantic setting and count to three. The smoke billowing from the incense has spirits entranced. We wrote pompous ways of saying we were leaving. The moon divides the fog filled road and in the midst of it all of it we still see ( Read more... )

cascading black and whites
a frame split in time
stuck to the left man
gravity is shaking
each defying letter
single destine concepts
a novel based on man
false arguments
lead by soundless truths
existensial thought patterns
disrupted by a sea of heads
this is beauty

gregory r.