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bulb

there was a light bulb sitting inside the lamp. Without a bright character nor one too gloomy.
Just a fellow who minded his own.

» Posted By Brian On 10.16.2008 @ 11:56 pm

crown

A crown of gold or maybe a crushed earring rolled under the urinal. It was a ugly mess, a random squished piece of gunk. But gold. I could pick it up, I could – I don’t know – try to pawn it? But, God, I know I’m broke but getting on all fours in a Grand Central urinal and picking it up. Still, it could be worth five dollars.

» Posted By Brian On 10.15.2008 @ 7:43 am

flight

flight again is there any way that we could lose that word from the lexicon of our dreams i love to fly in my dreams to be so light with the flight of my light, in fact i saw a dream become reality when i saw a building in a dream and then saw it in reality i said where am i

» Posted By brian On 10.09.2008 @ 4:33 am

flight makes me think of birds flying free. Seeing birds fly around, they are so innocent, have no worries(except of that to eat and maybe take care of their families), they fly free, wind flowing through their feathers. Its so beautiful to watch them, i sort of envy their freedom and grace.

» Posted By Brian On 10.08.2008 @ 2:11 pm

I love flying. I remember the first time I went flying was in college with Dan and Wendy Zaros. What a trip that was. I was so nervous to take off the runway. The acceleration as the plane tipped back was something I’ve never felt before. I remember how the little houses and cars began to get smaller and smaller.

» Posted By Brian On 10.07.2008 @ 7:10 pm

i am at your doorstep from across an abrupt eternity, lapsed in waves of love looming, heavy-footed on the landing, sweet and on a collision course with your brightest angels

» Posted By brian On 10.07.2008 @ 4:34 pm

hill

the hill was large. It stood at the base of the mountain rainge like the child of a giant. and yet, a child, yet a giant it was. we would climb it and see what it had to offer. but there was nothing. it was a hilll like the last we had climbed.it was another hill. we would soon find more

» Posted By brian On 10.06.2008 @ 9:44 pm

evidence

there is evidence to show that my face is a pretty good one and the evidence is that if i look in the mirror and see my face there then i dont feel totally disgusted although that’s just me you know for the evidence to really be conclusive there would have to be like some more clinical trials on it or some shit like that, like scientists would have to come and take measurements and compare it against standards and stuff like that and then maybe even then some people would disagree and say my face is TOTALLY GROSS because some people just fuckin cant be convinced.

» Posted By brian On 09.30.2008 @ 10:22 pm

Sometimes there just isn’t any really. But you know it’s true, you only wish there were some proof and you would feel not only sure, but real sure.
You might have to prove you are right after all, and it would be nice to have some.

» Posted By Brian On 09.29.2008 @ 5:04 pm

wanting

Ant. Want. Gin. Gnaw. Tin. Ting. Tan. In. Win. Gnat. Nit. Naw. Nat. Git. Wit. Wing.

» Posted By Brian On 08.27.2008 @ 6:41 am

asking

It is funny that asking is the word that I am looking at. By asking for forgiveness one should expect that it is going to happen, but some people in this world believe that they can hold agrudge and that grudge can transform in to hatred.

Just a thought forgive all and move all and make the most of your day!

» Posted By Brian On 08.21.2008 @ 5:45 am

feathered

I have a memory of pillows at my grandmother’s that supposedly had feathers in them. I always thought about sleeping on geese. It was weird. I don’t remember feeling the ends of the feathers but supposedly it was made of real feathers.

» Posted By Brian On 09.28.2008 @ 6:54 pm

The feathered hat was the focal point of the entire room. The head it was perched upon was nothing special, nor were the shoulders or the body beneath the head. Staring at it, I couldn’t help but wonder what she tried to cover with that confounded hat. Perhaps she simply didn’t like others focusing on her aging face. She’d clearly been beautiful once in her life, but that had diminished with time.

» Posted By Brian On 09.28.2008 @ 1:28 am

she sashayed into the room wearing the ugliest feathered boa I’d ever seen in my life…

» Posted By brian On 09.26.2008 @ 7:44 am

wildflower

a pretty blonde with some freckles that I want to bone really bad.

» Posted By Brian On 09.14.2008 @ 12:06 pm

brick

blistering your fingers on the bricks of life
tearing down the wall piece by piece
never finding what’s behind it all
just what’s underneath

» Posted By brian On 09.09.2008 @ 2:07 pm

throw

“Shut up and do it.”

With a grimace, he lifted the steel-lined ball, and threw it at the window. The resounding crash was loud enough to shake the grounds.

After that crash, total silence filled the ground, and both boys waited for the inevitable. Finally, they heard a yell.

“MY GLASS MENAGERIE!”

» Posted By Brian On 09.01.2008 @ 4:18 pm

delay

waiting at an airport. Waiting some more…Traffic. I am late. I am tired and I just want to get home. It happens to often. Changing radio stations…changing your ipod song.

» Posted By Brian On 08.31.2008 @ 8:02 pm

radiate

The beauty in a pure idea is that it radiates. The contemplation of it fills you, occupies your mind and sets each one of us free. I wish to find this radience in all things. When we visit museums, we must look for the radience in the works of art that allows us to trancend our human condition and delve into the sublime.

» Posted By Brian On 06.08.2008 @ 8:03 am

wade

i wore some waders while i helped my friend put in their aluminum dock on saturday. It was actually pretty cold that day and quite windy so it was not a good day for such events. The waders did not help much as once we got out too far the waves were going over the top and down into my pants. It can be quite uncomfotable wearing waders that are full of water

» Posted By brian On 05.20.2008 @ 7:34 am

entertained

im entertained by Bob Fripp. What a monster on the guitar. a genius. a genuine genius. By creating King Crimson, he’s created a prog monster with no end. it will keep living for all to enjoy – especially me. rock on Bob Fripp.

» Posted By Brian On 05.18.2008 @ 1:16 am

hurricane

ide really hate to get stuck in one. ive seen on tv how they just destroy so much… idk actually i have been through two, but they werent bad. one was when i was camping… our tents was a foot high with water. yeh that sucked, but we werent about to die or anything

» Posted By brian On 07.06.2008 @ 11:58 am

fog

Fog is kind of nice. It’s very mysterious, and shrouds stuff in mystery. It’s strange though, because in the mornings, it seems to be so solid, yet so transient at the same time. It gives each day which has it a bit of a mysterious feel to it.

» Posted By Brian On 07.01.2008 @ 7:11 am

string

spinning it in a spiral motion as if it were my own little cat toy. I used to do that as a kid with one long piece and walk around my house with it. It also reminds me of that one episode of “Malcom in the Middle” when Francis was trapped in that cabin in Alaska (i think) and all of the workers with him were fighting one another for a small bit of string to play with.

» Posted By Brian On 06.17.2008 @ 8:35 am

deep

The water is deep, she’s a deep person, usually meaning that you aren’t shallow, that your thoughts are involved, mean something further than the ordinary, still waters run deep, if you’re calm and collected, there’s lots going on in your mind, in trouble deep, meaning there may be no way of getting out of that, deep meaning, poetry, more than one thought behind what’s written, not shallow again, a grave, six feet under, when i die bury me deep, two ee’s then a p, deeply love, more thaqn ussual, i don’t know how to spell that word, I thought it was just one minute, obviously longer than that

» Posted By Brian On 06.18.2008 @ 11:23 am

listen

open your ears. pay attention to the speaker. I have a problem with listening and I am really embarrassed about it. I know when I am not listening. And I think to myself that the persons message is not important to me what kind of jackass am I

» Posted By brian On 05.02.2008 @ 5:01 am

union

combined by the earth’s tools in the match of togetherness. What we divide will kill us all. So in return we must be a union.

» Posted By brian On 04.28.2008 @ 4:39 am

complete

finish the end or the world will endure pain. What pain you may ask? The pain of knowledge. The pain of the world carried on you brittle back. Expire the youth of now. How may age will begin forever.

» Posted By brian On 04.27.2008 @ 6:44 am

Apples
Apples are wonderful and delicious. I know this cause Ive been told so as a child, all the way through adulthood. It couldn’t be a lie then. Not only do they taste good. They are good for you. AND THEY KEEP THOSE HORRIBLE DOCTORS AWAY!

» Posted By Brian On 04.26.2008 @ 11:35 am

all together full. its like your done with something that took you a lot of time to finish and now your job is done and you can go back to whatever it is that you do

it also has to do with art or music, the piece is finally complete

» Posted By Brian On 04.26.2008 @ 11:08 am

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