| A somber man visits a graveyard at midnight--what is he looking for? |
| A somber man visits a graveyard at midnight--what is he looking for? |


we're not photogenic at all.the portait of a man, strapped to a table.we're not photogenic at all.
his body is full of slow blood. his hands are too. not all of it was born in his
failing liver; not all of it passed through his seizing muscle.
he parted bone and flesh and broke people's hearts
from miles away.
his eyes are clouded, closing.
awful things happened behind a
blank mask--synapses cracked in sync with gunfire and in a morbid symphony he made people dance like there was no tomorrow.
he shivers-- he sighs--
&


mission statement.i am.mission statement.
i am not a wish-i-was, want-to-be, hope-i-can, maybe-someday boy meant to cut his feet on the jagged edges of his own broken dreams.
i am.
i am not a nova, born to glitter and die and disappear into the dark, claimed by shadows so eternal they can bury a star.
i am.
i am not a breathing ghost, wandering through one long funeral so that i can lie down in the cold dirt and wait to be forgotten.
i am.
i am not to be ignored, or discarded, or quieted, or lost, or left in the corners of


curtain call.[a man is standing center stage, drenched in the beam of a single spotlight. he stares out at the audience; his eyescurtain call.
are haunted hollows, where
ghosts wander through shadows in search of a soul. he does not move. this man is not smiling.]
man: to be, or not to be. that is the question.
[his voice is low, as though he wanted the words to crawl down between the seats.]
that's always the question.
[the man's eyes begin to roam; they are full of storm clouds.]
we always decide to be, don't we?
[so


a summary of certain...we say dumb things and we say mean things and we say wonderful things and the beautiful thing about us, baby is that we don't know which was which.a summary of certain...
a year ago this was forever but ten minutes from now, we're going to blow some poor
scientist's fucking mind when we discover that forever's got an
edge on it.
(that's not the only thing we're gonna blow, either: you and i could wipe out half the city with the way we're colliding--when we disconnect it's all &n
| Hello! Welcome to my page. I'm Chesley, or Chez, as most people call me. I like to think of myself as a writer; I love writing anything, be it poetry, plays, stories, whatever--if it involves words and/or creativity, I want to be a part of it. I'm always big on comments and feedback, so please, let me know what you think of my work; I'll be happy to return the favor! |
--
.:FAIL:.
--
What doesn't kill you doesn't always make you stronger.
--
They search for the method in our madness while we dare them to find the madness in our method.
--
*dALinkSystem | #Writers-Workshop | *project-improve | *LITplease | *Lit-Twitter | =DeviantArtSecret
--
They search for the method in our madness while we dare them to find the madness in our method.
--
*dALinkSystem | #Writers-Workshop | *project-improve | *LITplease | *Lit-Twitter | =DeviantArtSecret
--
[IMG][link]
--
Meow!
--
Living Easy, Living Free...
Most Popular Photos : [link]
Previous Page12345...Next Page