it was 3am
i was wandering downtown
with a bottle of *** in one hand
and a penchant for bad decisions in the other
so i did not know what i was doing
somehow
i ending up buying a medium shophouse
2 floors and many doors
several rooms id assume
i said to myself
what could i do to brighten up this place
so i filled the space with pictures of your face
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
on the bus ride home
you look around
so many different faces
so many different stories
you think about how they individually got to that point
in their lives sitting in the bus with you
how insignificant you are to them and them to you
yet their stories are incredible just like yours
you get off at your stop
life goes on and probably never seeing those faces again
yet their presence might have impacted your life
in ways you cannot comprehend
and you will never know
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
you ask life for lemons
life kicks you to the ground
someone else asks life for lemons
life gives him everything he has ever wanted
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
turn into a narrow quiet street
go down it
and all you will find are
empty desolate houses
and end of the road
you've been here before
the dead yet magnificent oak tree
lifeless swing hung on the bough
withered grass all around
milk coffee brown
silence
the birds have long gone
the road cold and uneven
memories are not for the faint hearted
more often than not the past is prettier than it seemed to be
turnaround
but don't recount your steps
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC
memories collect
like dust on an old bookshelf
dreams die and gather
like leaves in fall
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
i dream of tomorrow
the future
where cars fly
and people don't die
because the present
is anything but
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
look to the left
look to the right
cross the road
clockwork
the sun rises
the sun sets
the question is
did the chicken check both ways?
or splat into hot fat
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC