Chewing On Glass…

Tag: amwriting

  • Letter To Myself…

    When you look back over a life time you realize just how much time you’ve wasted. You see how minutes are not hours, hours not as days or weeks are lifetimes. You see however that years become seconds and decades minutes. Time slips right by without even a second look.…

  • Something Different…

    Long Legitimate Regret There is a war within myselfOne that can not be won with blood and gutsThis can’t be the endBut I fear that it mustEach day is a plague within itselfA lost cause of hopeful redemptionOne that could only do better with mass amputationA removal of myselfA separation…

  • Hold Me Back…

    His body is still right before it slams into the hood of the minivan. The impact throws his body like a rag doll out of my view, and further into the busy street. I rush to be near him, but I have a feeling he is closer to me now…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Not the Answer Sex is an ugly thingDo what you have to doThen it’s all overI write because I have toThen it’s all overI’d stay and talkBut I have to writeThis all overA process with meaningStill no answersAtheism is a questionIs there a God?Or am I only aloneSold a million…

  • Retouching On Bad Memories

    People get way too hyped up over these fucking holidays. They are made up, by us no less, they do not matter, so take the dildo stuck up your ass and pull it down a notch. Working in a grocery store is insanity on high. There is a holiday every…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Often I often wonder what it feels to dieDoes it feel like I do nowAll alone with no one to talk tooI do this to myselfYet I don’t know the answers to my own questionsI often wonder how soonWill all this prove to be meaninglessThey say you pave your own…

  • Someone To Talk To…

    “My lighter quit working on me three cigarettes ago, but I keep flicking the damn thing expecting it to light. That’s really how my life has been lately, broken and useless. If it wasn’t for all the anti-smokers informing me of my future death, I’d already think I was dead.…

  • As The Heavens Fall… Something Different…

    As Before Blood runs cold, the night air not as warm as beforeThoughts run empty with your celestial talkingDoes the mind stop even after you make itWhat separates us from animals if not for sinInhaling fire to stay alive one more nightStripped to the bones, pressed against the coldGiving into…

  • Broken Thoughts… The Beginning…

    The demon it sleeps, waking only for the sound of broken bonesA ringing that snaps the consciousness, a fear steeped in bloodFighting the demon requires an understandingA contract of self-defecation, A knowing of constant failureThere can be no winner when all is lostThe stones tell a story of loss and…

  • Something Different…

    I Will Find You I can feel everything come pouring outA long suicide letter to myselfStretched out, I’m destroyedBroken shell leaking out all that is leftIf only I had knownIf only I was toldCould I have changed my waysWould I have not succumbed to my fateI can feel all that…