Friday, September 28, 2007

i am still.
and the fear all around me
like a tuning fork.
i am afraid
it will eat me.
cries and shouts and breaks
every line is withering.
all the strings that held em' up,
all the thoughts.
broken and a heartbeat
i'm shaking. i think this is a storm.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

I really liked this article about Bioshock and whether it is 'art'.
and a fiery sky,
furnaces all lit
and hands reaching out.
i want to step into the fire
and turn to ashes
away from here.
i need to leave, leave, leave, leave, leave.
get lost in the fog.
sake haze, the other haze, all rolled up, with frozen cups.
stumbling down fifth.
i need something cold

Saturday, September 15, 2007

in the twilight of my youth, everything is broken.