One More Hug Before I Go.

I never want to let go.

Because this feels so right.

If there's anything missing;

Let me know,

I'll fix it when you want me to.

The death of seasons

footsteps follow
a cold november wind
as branches puncture the sky
their sharp points ripping clouds
that hang
like blankets.



the leaves on the ground
read as a history book might
offering only the slightest hint
that they once lived
as they are trampled underfoot.

Day of the Dead

next time I go to Kensington I'm totally loading up on these things.


Hopefully that will quench my unhealthy obsession with skeletons.



.....hopefully.

Where the wild things are

This place
Is not like any other place
Is nowhere near another place
So this must be
The place.

More Photoshop Fun

I'm trying to design some logos for t-shirts (for my band)

Let me know what you think?

It's beginning to look like summer again,

I want to walk through city streets at night,

Feel the heat rise from the sun-baked sidewalks

Watch the full moon rise through leaves on overhanging trees.

Sleep in too late.

Stay up all night.

Live life to its fullest.

No matter how hard I try

you'll never care about me as much as I care about you.

I feel so invisible

So disposable.

I can't stop trying to make you notice and it's killing me.

Lets run away.

I want to drive all night.
coffee to keep us awake, watching the sunrise reflect off of a million skyscrapers
following the highway towards a glittering new york skyline.


Let's leave tonight.

I took the time thismorning to re-educate myself in the world of photoshop. So I know it's no secret that I suck......not to shift the blame or anything but part of the problem is my lack of cs4. Elements is good and all......but if I'm going to take the time to learn this then I'd rather go full out.

Did this last night, inspired by the graphic novel 'shortcomings' by Adrienne Tomme.


Tell me what you think.

Leaves as a bed rest your head young Child of mine
Smell of Cologne and cigerettes, you are alone tonight.
Tonight;
these scars wont lie.

Dont let him tell you you are wortless
becasue you mean somthing to me

This night has tragic written all across its skyline and even this thought of it would even scare me.




This monster doesnt even know what your worth

Who wants to lay in the grass with me?

Your opinions please........

These are some preliminaries I've been working on.

9-5

I never want this.

Have I ever told you that I love your smile?

In all honesty......

.....your words tore through me like bullets.

And on these boats,
ride the hopes of working class boys,
dreaming of girls, from far away points.
And better things. Like winter flings.
And longing after spring has sprung.
And they fly north when winter's done.
And we get burned in summer's sun.

Rain On Windows

Is my favorite sound
to fall asleep
or wake up to.

Drifting

Every day we get a little further away
from what we
used to be.
Every day
I wish even more that I'd never spoken
those words to you.
If you have to be happy
with somebody else;
then I'll watch you float away.
(because I treasure your smile over anything)


Just leave me your wake to remember you by.

As overdone as they are;

I cant help but want a chestpiece.

Teeter- Totter

It never fails to amaze and at the same time frustrate me how rapidly our situations change into opposite spectrums.

I got in!