Everything good comes to an end. On August 7, 2012. Where is this coming from? I guess maturation, studying and observation of real comedians. On July 31, 2012. Nobody has a clue what the sand.

Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. May 12, 2011 in Poetry. Finally the pot boils over, foaming thin;. The ceiling blurs, falls fast, a paper plane is hurled. From mountaintop, delirious, spinning, and the world. Splits open like a plastic bag, and truth pours in. September 8, 2010 in Poetry. The arrows of rain are silver-shafted, fletched in grey. Each thunderhead drifting across the hem of the day.

HOW TO STAY HUNGRY, KNOW YOURSELF, DUST ONE PIECE OF FURNITURE AT A TIME. How do you stay hungry? How do I keep my hand in the pie when so many others seem to be passing me by? January 17, 2011.

Still, like air, I rise. Attack of the Sticky Menace. Two years later, a judge declared that Syncrude was the culprit and the toxic tailings the instrument of this avian annihilation. The cause for celebration was that the corrupting influence of tar sands finally failed to evade environmental responsibility.

Posted by Brit Miller in The Pyramid of Life. Is narrated by acclaimed actor. Let me point out, these are not the conditions in every.

The poems on this blog were written in 2005. These are from my original diaries, and became a hobby that helped keep me going at times when I honestly believed there was nothing. There is not much skill behind much of it, just the hopes and dreams of a person trying to find something better. An ignoble character, being a poet. I just recently finished a contemporary literature class. I used to hate poetry because I thought i.

Stream of conciousness rant about work. Barely in English, too tired to proofread. While I know its not gonna solve all of my issues, the job hunt continues.

My Other Half Has Been MIA. Have you seen him? It NEVER happened. Completely blocked out from my memory. 2011 would be all about a fresh start, having fun, having adventures, and NOT looking back. With that said, I celebrated New Years Eve with my friends, some new and some old, and felt the poison of the previous year slip away at midnight. Donnie and I at the Day One party. For all music reviews, band promotions, musicia.

All I want to do is drink. I just hope whatever happens gives my children something to live off of and be proud of or interested in. If I make it that far in life anyways.