Sunday, November 29, 2009

muddy boots-blood splatter

Muddy boots
soiled heart
blood splatter
infallable tear
Dying leaves
shrunken soul
black teeth
seconds stop
still wind

Thursday, November 19, 2009


You make me wannnna uhh uhh uhh uhhhhhh
dance, sing, fuck, explore, smoke, drink, gimme water
open road, full tank, green, orange, red, sign up ahead
smile baby we on the road to nowhere fast
Aint it grand?

Sunday, November 15, 2009


I don't trust.
Why not? Is it something I fear? Can I sense when the lie comes out. So easily blown off. Maybe it's just the wrong people in my life. I try to make shit work, but in the end, it's the same ol shit. Or it's the simple fact that if I trust and begin to be happy, they will let me down. Toss me away. I am hurt. Is it really a privilage to talk with you? Could you not just call me? How come I don't believe that it's someone's friend. She is his best friend and she is bringing a friend. Who you say is not attractive. Does it really matter? We dont have to see each other. You could just pick up the phone. But, that would be toooo easy. And take you away from your company. Boo hoo.
I don't trust.

Saturday, November 14, 2009