Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
Saturday, March 12, 2005
haiku book of the dead
carry good words
when you step in these woods.
maintain a good posture.
this will warn ghosts that
you're smarter than them.
--
when you step in these woods.
maintain a good posture.
this will warn ghosts that
you're smarter than them.
--
Friday, March 11, 2005
on depression
My dead moments
haunt me, now.
Their trusting little faces
are burned in my head.
I live this mourning for every little
Moment I forgot to adore;
for every little Moment I
neglected to value, and feed.
Little funerals might have been
nice at the time, but instead,
I just threw the lifeless bodies back in God's face,
screaming, It's broken, I hate you.
_
haunt me, now.
Their trusting little faces
are burned in my head.
I live this mourning for every little
Moment I forgot to adore;
for every little Moment I
neglected to value, and feed.
Little funerals might have been
nice at the time, but instead,
I just threw the lifeless bodies back in God's face,
screaming, It's broken, I hate you.
_