

Ghost ShedShattered shafts of sunlight filter throughGhost Shed
wooden slats. Ghosts haunt this place, along with the spiders. Dust spirals in the gloom, golden in the dim glow. Ghost shed. Thats what we called it. No ghosts though, back then. There are ghosts now. I can hear them laughing, not at me, but at something
I can no longer comprehend. Nostalgia can be a bitch.
Pencil marks on the wall make me want to cry. I dont. I just sit on a chair built for a different me. Or maybe a different him or her. And in the twilight I close my eyes. And I d


Uncomfortably NumbAn End is always aUncomfortably Numb
Beginning. So? Silver lining? No. A statement. Hollow. An End may be Pain or Pleasure. But I feel uncomfortably Numb. Like Floyd. Or not, I suppose. Regret, sadness, anticipation. All present, but floating on a grey sea of Nothingness. And in the end, the End is meaningless. Because its gone, and the Beginning is here. But the Numbness remains. Uncomfortable. Unwelcome. Unavoidable. Waiting, like bad memories to be erased by a Smile, or a Song.


That MomentYou know that moment? In the place between reality and dreams? That moment It lasts a second, two, three Your perceptions are warped And for a while, whats real, and whats not merge And your whole world is turned upside down And everything you dreamed seems possible.That Moment
You know that moment? Confusion, fear hope? A nightmare or a dream Come true. And then it washes over you A wave, a blanket, an epiphany And it was just that moment And that moments gone And youre left in the dust.


Plasticine ManI made a little plasticine man And then I squashed him flat And asked him how he liked thatPlasticine Man
He didnt answer me I guess its cos hes squashed thats what he gets for being so soft
People step on me And squash me down And when I stand again they frown
So I made my plasticine man And I squashed him flat And he stayed flat
So I smile.
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~Reality was invented by people without imagination~
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-benjamin rieke
Ahh.. so beautiful..
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I rant, therefore I am.
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