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I wish it was easy to see my horizon, both figuratively and literally.
However, I am cursed with bad vision and bad decision making, so I see nothing but haze.
Bob Ross makes it look so easy.

» Posted By Cafune On 02.02.2015 @ 7:30 pm


“Pack only the essentials”
And it boils down to this: what is absolutely necessary for me to have in order to carry out my human existence on Earth?
If there was to be some sort of hypothetical apocalypse, what is essential to my survival?
I do not want to build my existence upon this essence of life.
Existing is not living.

» Posted By Cafune On 02.01.2015 @ 5:05 pm


“What’s on the agenda for today?,” she asked.
I dont know. I never know.
My actions are inspired by whim,
but not in a compelling, spontaneous way.
I am tired: I sleep. I am hungry: I eat.
If only it wasn’t so simple.

» Posted By Cafune On 01.29.2015 @ 5:18 pm


shit. stop playing that stupid game for a second. look at me. i’m here, a carbon based life form, with boobs and everything. you’re not looking at me. jesus. stop telling me about how fast your elevators are in your stupid tiny tower. i don’t care.

» Posted By Cafune On 12.31.2013 @ 1:00 am


Beware of the girl under the stare
She fights not for light or what is fair.
Her actions are pressured, not by reason or rhyme,
But by his selfish desires, and she’s running out of time.

Beware of the girl under the stair,
For he selfishly he hides her there
Her hopes, dreams, colors have withered
Her smile remains nothing but a shiver.

Once she was a girl so fair,
With flowered dresses and feathered hair
You should have seen her smile, her grace!
She wrapped others wounds with lace.

She is but a caged creature now,
Forced to sing only for his never pleased brow
Her voice has lost it’s strength, he songs have lost their meaning
Her dress is stained, withered
And she is forever singing.

» Posted By Cafune On 03.20.2013 @ 5:03 pm


Ever since I was a child I have pictured a tall, faceless figure at the sound of the word. Even with the presence of a committed relationship, that figure has not taken on a face. I do not find this discouraging…the word husband bears intimacy….it is warm and close, yet heavy on the tongue. I need time for the word to settle into my vocabularly….then, perhaps someday the word will become more tangible and my nameless figure will acquire a face.

» Posted By Cafune On 02.04.2013 @ 4:52 pm


A story never really comes to an end.

» Posted By Cafune On 01.14.2013 @ 10:49 am


This promise was less tangible. I could hear it echo in his empty conscience.

» Posted By Cafune On 01.08.2013 @ 10:25 pm


It’s because she thinks it is a game.
That’s why she does it.
She doesn’t care about the money.
She doesn’t care about his pain.
We are all but players in her twisted game.

» Posted By Cafune On 12.18.2012 @ 8:16 pm


I’ve been patient for you.
Honestly, I have.
But I grow restive in my wake,
only to escape to deceit in my sleep.

» Posted By Cafune On 12.13.2012 @ 5:05 pm


Pigment smeared across her face, hair twisted in uniform curls.
Walking stiff-legged on stilts, a watery dress streaming down her frame.

» Posted By Cafune On 12.10.2012 @ 9:12 pm


I’m broadcasting my thoughts through the airwaves, you’re apologetic as always.

» Posted By Cafune On 12.09.2012 @ 10:07 am


The strongest fear is that which accompanies love.

» Posted By Cafune On 09.23.2012 @ 1:11 pm

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