Speaking Through Art            Without plot, there are no actions and no basis for which a writer is to build on. Through the understanding of tragedy, a story design with a thoroughly developed arc can be used to describe the Complication and Unraveling between characters. In Part XVIII and XIX of The Poetics, by Aristotle, tragedy… Continue reading I was refined in a refinery →

and no one is trying to find meHELLO LA LA, I AM READY TO EAT YA UP 

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known."- Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

Don't think it is justifiable to end up all alone, I did this to myself, forgive me; I know. I think within my world, and I live within my oven, I fill it with biscuits growing towards the gates of nothing. It's sorrowful when you realize all you can do is express with words, I… Continue reading Degrade A Beef →

Book SmartsAs I sit at my relatively new wooden desk, I look up at the poster framed directly in front of my vision. I think about the text that is printed on the artwork inside the glass frame. I can feel all the emotions of past experiences, past readings, past concerts, past hobbies, and everything… Continue reading Balance is key →

I acknowledge the duplicates of myself... The weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same waits for them, Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them. I know perfectly well my own egotism, and know my omniverious words, and cannot say any less-Song of Myself

I lied

I have this bubbleand I won't let anyone inI choose people out of Pringle canisters and I still expect them to erase my sinFrom their memory and from their thoughtsI stand holding embarrassment and distraughtTell me how to be this common person I craveI want to be real,I want to be the same

Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues, The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I… Continue reading My 2 Cents Makes Perfect Sense →