So what are two lost souls to do on a Saturday night when most of everywhere reeks with the foul stench of routine and the prospect of walki...

The person in the mirror is looking me in the eye and I’m wondering who that person is. Who is staring back at me from beyond that shiny sur...

To want to speak and be muted in your tracks – to want to scream and be silenced by your cries of despair. To want to lie with words of trut...

The curtains open and the play begins. Act 1 It was a rainy day yesterday. The streets are still wet and the air is fresh. Wandering around ...

Lost everything. Black shades. Don’t know. I overdose on lack of information. I crawl to my former home – only to find the door locked. Trap...

Sirens, bright halogen illuminations, lighting my face with dark red and sickly bright blue, casting alternating shadows over my features wh...

So today I thought of starting a diary, and immediately rip it to pieces in a fit of rage - paper flying everywhere. I would write in it… I ...

So I really wanted to write something happy, I really did. I tried my hardest, and as hard as I'd try, the worse it would get. And after...

Shivers... a warm summer night after the rain. It is not so warm anymore. A slight breeze that carries with it just enough moisture to preve...

In every person, I see the beginning of the end, and every time, you turn away, I long a little more for the time when you'll come facin...

Again, only 2 days later, I return to the keyboard. What has changed? I could bore with the facts, but what difference do facts make anymore...

The neon lights are burning my eyes. Oh what I wouldn't give for a dimmed, possibly colored light instead of these abominable worms of f...

And so, two years later, I find myself once again, in the deepest depths of madness. The book is ended, and I am left with a void filled onl...

With a blank paper, and a single note. A single thought an empty mind I sit and look, And wonder why? As the rain falls, and I with it. A si...

Fate. I figure most believe in it. Cinema and literature haven’t helped in disproving its existence either. Yet subconsciously, very few peo...

I’m the champ of drunk-writing. I may not be drunk, but I sure can write as if I am. Of course, having the trusty old glass of Mr. Jack by m...

I'm tired. My head hurts. I sip hot tea to soothe my throat. I listen to weird rock music so as to not cause any more pain with repetiti...

My vision is hazy as my eyelashes slowly open to a pitch-dark, unknown, environment. A tremor passes through my bones even though I don'...

I've been through stranger things, and although I've seen it happen before, from the opposite side, I never wanted, thought or am wi...

Like a snake of ice you crawl in my veins, I smile and wonder why do I care. Sitting in my throne of forever being distant, yet always close...

Before I go on, let me get me another beer.... ... .. Ok then, here goes: Like a dove I fly through the smog of my mind, I walk but do not s...