Sunday, 26 December 2010

"Is there life before death?"

Saturday, 18 December 2010

"The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history."

Saturday, 4 December 2010

n. the tendency to seek
distraction and relief from

Saturday, 20 November 2010

"Every living creature on earth dies alone."

Saturday, 16 October 2010

"A famous linguist once said
that of all the phrases in the English language,
of all the endless combinations of words in all of history,
Cellar Door
is the most beautiful."

Saturday, 25 September 2010

"I used to look up to you...

but now I can't look at you at all."

Sunday, 19 September 2010

Isn't it funny how,
a fairy tale land is far more real
than any
place in life.

Sunday, 5 September 2010

Sometimes it's hard to remember who you are

when everything around you is changing.

Saturday, 28 August 2010

Sometimes there is no meaning.

Maybe there was never a meaning.

Friday, 6 August 2010

'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead'

Monday, 2 August 2010

I heard something today:

A man jumped off the Golden Gate bridge.

When the police went and searched his house they found a note.

It read:

"Today I will walk to the bridge. If anyone smiles at me, I won't jump."

There are no words for this.

Thursday, 22 July 2010

As the poems go into the thousands you
realize you have created very

- Charles Bukowski

Wednesday, 7 July 2010

According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with a head with two faces, four arms and four legs. Fearing their power, Zeus split them apart, condemning them to forever be looking for their other half.

Saturday, 3 July 2010

I'd like to read a story in the newspaper
that ends with,
"But she was just having a bad dream,
really she's okay."

Sunday, 27 June 2010

Thursday, 3 June 2010

I sometimes dream up as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

A poem is never finished, only abondoned.

The only way to acheive the impossible is to believe it is possible.

We have no right to say 'Why did this happen to me?' every time a sorrow comes our way unless we ask it every time a joy comes our way.

Either join me and die, or join them and be the one to kill me.

Sunday, 30 May 2010

First post.

This is my blog. It's not really a blog.

But I think I'm going to like it.