Monday, December 28, 2009

We the Tired and Only

I am tired of it all.
The physical world.
The work.
The monotony.
The people
The aching body.
The human limits.
The human emotions.
The secrets.
The feelings.
The lust...
I want to spread wings.
Alas I am just human.
With my heavy flesh and bone, may the will of God be done.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

We the Mindless

As I bleed out, I stare at my blood.
So I guess that makes me human?
I reflect more about my past and how they changed me to what I am today.
All my past friends.
All my current friends.
The breakups.
The rejections.
The hugs and kisses.
I see all this oozing down to the drain.
How beautiful is the color dripping from my nostrils.
The dark crimson.
The more I stare, the more I think.
I start thinking...
Eh why do I even care?
Why this?
Why that?
I stick a piece of tissue up my nose to dam the streams.
Eventually blood oozes down my throat, I starting hacking out the blood.
Damn, now I got two bloody T-shirts.