ICED VIOLETS

erratic and spontaneous as i am

I'm sure there's a thoughtful nerve deep inside me.

i like to fight whenever i can.

there is no purpose that it serve.

when there is pandemonium at hand

nothing can hide me.

i believe you should move

before they move upon you.

and since revenge is a cold dish

i too shall make it swift.

for nothing frightens me.

I'm the last flower in the snow

it it pains me i will not show.

because i like to be me,

as erratic and spontaneous as i am.

A Broken Dream

What is a broken dream?
It's a jacket lost at the seams
It's a savior who's not what he seems
An unborn child lost in life's rhyme
A best freind hopeless against the sands of time
Dirt crusted over an unmarked grave
Desperately salvaging when there was never any thing left to save
It's a cup thats far from it's fill
A meadow lost to winters rathful chill.
Beleive me,
I'd know.
and i just hope you never will.

rusty photo albums

I look at this blog and realize i had almost forgotten it existed. It's like when your older and looking at old photos. Your brain remembers the place but you can't remember for the life of you what you were doing or why the hell you were doing it in the first place. Or better yet, who's the guy making the retarded face in the background? O.o