November 6, 2007 at 11:48 am (Poetry)
I’m almost halfway done
Could use a break for now
No rush there’s still some time.
Backspace Enter Delete
The numbers aren’t changing!
Oh Fuck What’s happening?!
Reference or Bliblo?
Citations or Footnote?
Paraphrase or To Quote?
I don’t have enough sources!
My words aren’t enough!
The deadlines coming!
My labor of love still
In 2-5-0-0 words…
November 3, 2007 at 4:54 pm (Poetry, Snippets)
the only one who loves me
the only one who knows me
the only one willing to know and love me
I’m my own best lover
September 11, 2007 at 3:49 am (Poetry)
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
courage to change the things I can,
the wisdom to know the difference
God grant me the resolve to not fight
Strength to fight for what’s right
and the mercy to forgive
God grant me hope to hold on
The patience to live day by day
And the strength to let go
And if this he will not grant me…well i’m f**ked.
(bonus points if you identify the rhyming scheme and the literary devices)
November 15, 2006 at 2:00 pm (Poetry)
But for now a toast
To short term employment And
Money for presents
November 15, 2006 at 1:57 pm (Poetry)
For I know yet not
The horrors the day may bring
But the pay is good.
November 15, 2006 at 1:54 pm (Poetry)
i prepare myself
for a day of working in
stuffy office gear
April 26, 2005 at 2:04 pm (Poetry, Through The Looking Glass Darkly)
Its still strikes me as amazing the spread of hallucinations and visions thats haunt you as you lay in bed, your sweat soaked body half spent with exhaustion from fighting the fever that wracks him from head to toe. In those times you call out and voices answer you, voices that ring loud with the clarity of authority seeking to wake you from your drug induced delirium (overdose of panadol perhaps?) But soon those voices disappear, their humming notes of disapproval ringing clear. But others soon follow, hoping to push their luck perhaps? Sweet, sweet voices with the lightest of touches, their wings making pattery sounds as they brush alongside you, hovering and ever circling as they implore you to play with them. There are others too of course, but the memory of their existence fades away as fast as they appear. Did they come with good intentions as well? I remember not , but as i lay listening to them, in those times i truly felt no pain, believing myself free of this cursed earth with my head sitting firmly in the clouds.
