as hard as i tryi can't bring myselfto drop my fat stupid fingerson the delete keyand make vanishthe ghostsi haven't talked to since high school."i go..
summer was coming to an endin more ways than expected.the wind was about to get a slight chilland the leaves would soon be changing.we would both be l..
now that my lifeis stopped by a bent mower bladethe age when such bee stingsto my bony bottomwere far from the horizonslip further away.flipping throu..
i got pissed offa year or so agowhen i saw a friend,and a good friend at that,had posted something on his wallthat he was going to"pick the pen back u..
i've been thinking about this poem a lot lately for no apparent reason. when re-reading it, the core jumped out at me, so i whittled it away and place..