

B l u rMost days blur by their meanings lost in the swamp it takes to get through them.B l u r
Most days just fade away, their meanings floating into the nothingness created by men.
And few ask why
we are trapped behind glass walls untouchable to others in the same place, yet far apart.
And few realize we have
trapped our minds and hearts, untouchable because of society's laws.
But on rare days I break through the wall of emptiness and laugh. Because I can.
Some days I run


Living Ghostshe never knew she was dead until her heart finally slammed the truth against her ribs to let her stare at its insides and shudder.Living Ghost
It beat out fear, anger, confusion and loathing (at herself) because of nothingness. She wasn't there. She's never been anywhere. a living ghost who appears in the room and shows others how to feel pain. fear. sorrow. hate.
Something had to tear for the ghost to know there was something inside her rotting heart. So she knew she had one.
She flung back her head and screamed,


Shirt and PantsA man strolls past toward the coffee shop. He wears a shirt and pants as most men do. I continue on my way, because thousands of men in shirts and pants have crossed my path before.Shirt and Pants
But I glance back and think of him as a favor for a normal man. For every man (with or without pants) has a story to tell.
Maybe he lived in a trailer until his parents won the lottery. And they all ran down the street yelling and dancing as it poured.
Or perhaps he had a rough childhood and his goldfish was his only friend. And when he fell (

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Whatever people say I am,that's what I'm not.
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My Gallery
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My Colorful Gallery of Fun
"Perfect Isn't Interesting."
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You swim like lions through the crest and bathe yourself in zebra flesh.
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dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss,
poems that take a thousand years to die;
but ape the immortality of this
red label on a little butterfly.
-vladimir nabokov
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I can't say I'm too pleased with where my life is just now, but I can't help but look forward to where it's going.
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