BurningThe flames flickered higher as the house’s second floor collapsed. John and I stood there in amazement that we got out. Grandma was sitting in her wheelchair on the curb on the street with the other neighbors. I watched our house slowly crumble knowing that it was it’s time to go. Suddenly, as if the past few minutes of saving my loved ones was done by someone else, I fell to the ground and began to cry. It wasn’t the fact that the house was burning down, but how it was burned down. John collapsed next to me and began to hug me. “It’s ok, we’re ok. We’ll handle this.” The words “Fag” and “Queer” were spray painted all over the houses exteriorBurning
AlienShadows fill the air as light passes By this solo sitting under a street lamp. Hostility from a wheeling animal stares at a pile Of confusion and mayhem sitting on the street corner. To write a place with lights but no humanity Is impossible to describe on paper. Bubblegum concrete passes under me As the beat of life pounds in my ear. Pain leaves me body as a creek And the shadows around me slowly move. Voices thrown across a granite riverAlien
Shush me as its' reward. To explain would be one word. "Pilgrimage" Thoughts rush through tunnels like speeding bullets.
Happiness
--
11th-hour mixing common sense,poetry,music,acting and a dash of sanity for the past 6 years
"Why Can't you be a good boy and die?"
[link] my muzac
--
My little place in the stock world [link] its not to great but its there
--
hello
--
P h a r m a
--
El arte no es realidad, aquí todo puede ser. | Art is not reality, here all may be.
you
--
"Its better to KNOW what your saying, before saying something that MIGHT not be what your feeling"-Me
--
hello
Previous PageNext Page