Chewing On Glass…

Tag: Fiction

  • Beginning of All Things to End…

    “Things went from bad to worse,” he says as they walk down the long corridor. “What do you mean?” One of his colleagues asks. “Most importantly they are being taken to the facility right now to insure there will be a future them,” he says ignoring the question all together.…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    We give it upWe give it all up in bloodUntil we are nothingNever enough for some or no one at allWe turn it overWe turn it over with our soulsUntil we have nothing leftNever enough for most or anyone at allWe work it allWe work it all with our livesUntil…

  • What Can We Say…

    “The world shatters around me. Falling shards of a broken mirror reflecting all the past actions of my life. Regret is something that can only happen after everything is said and done. How I wish I could take them all back, but I can’t. Each broken shard plunges into me…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    Fissures and cracks within my soulWhere they come fromI’m afraid I do not knowRelentless and forthcomingI keep swimming the cracks wideningEven though I know I’m drowningMy body wants to stop, my mind says keep goingIf I gave up now what would be the point at all? Locked in a box……

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Staying Down My mind is going a mile a minuteA minute a mile and I have to rememberThis is only a symptomOf something that I have createdI wish I could forget or maybe rememberNot everything has to have a reasonHeavy-handed and light-headedI miss the days where none of this matteredPicking…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    This could  carry me into next weekThe thought that maybe any of this mattersBleeding to know that there is still lifeA loneliness has bred an isolationChasing down an unrealistic dreamA quest to become God to a desolate planetThere is no end to an unapologetic beginningKill the man, the idea lives…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Time Within Time If I say it enough will it come trueSelf-full filling prophecy made up of dreamsBeen looking in a mirror saying it over and overAnd yet the image doesn’t changeStill the same asshole as yesterdayHopes and prayers are for our childrenPraying and kneeling are the same thingsNeither is…

  • Do It All Again…

    The rain comes down hard as it beats against my cardboard house like a drum. It upsets me at first, but then I remember I wanted to move anyway. Nothing truly upsets me anymore. Nothing outside of the wastefulness of the people that surround me where ever I go. Town…

  • And Other Things From This Time Preview

    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?Am I only alone?In my head am…

  • Something Different…

    Thoughts in My Head When the world endsThere won’t be anything left to say we were hereBut I’m sure somehow, some wayI’ll be staring at your face for all eternityYour demon-like eyes and your poisonous thighsWill all, but warm me by the fireSo cold I will still be, that none…