Puppy’s and Kitties
Ξ July 28th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Life |
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Hello! Wanna see my pussy? Its supper cute!
Story in a picture “I”
Ξ June 23rd, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Stories |
The morning was crisp and cold that day in November as Kyle and Jen headed off to the mountains. They had planned to go four wheeling in Jen’s new Bronco. Kyle got up first as he usually does; he sat in bed and stared at her for a while. Wondering if things where ever going to be better.
They had been having problems for a couple years now, seeming to live life together but not really together. She had her own circle of friends and he had his, they spent barely any time together as it was any more. Today, in Kyle’s mind, was a sort of last ditch effort. He wanted to see if they still had anything together or not.
The time we spend together.
Together are our days, rich and full of life.
Together are our nights, silent and void of love.
When I see you come threw my door, my breath still stops, your beauty is such that it stops my heart every time. My bond to you is forever etched in stone. But as for love? No… I no longer love you. You meant the world to me, you took my world and you destroyed it for your own pleasure. To date you can not understand the things you have done to me.
Jen got up; they made breakfast together and headed out toward the Owhyee’s. Just passed the weigh station they pulled off the road and headed to the train tracks. There was an old farm house out in an old wheat field that they used to go to on the weekends some times. That is where they headed today.
They went over the hills, and forged a few cricks, until they finally came up to the farm house. Jen grabbed her camera as they got out. After a few minutes of just wondering around Kyle saw an old bulls skull and picked it up. “Look at me, I’m a bull” he said as he snorted. Jen having her camera already open snapped a few pictures as Kyle posed.
Kyle was hiding behind his mask. He knew it was their last day together. He knew it was gone for them. He didn’t want the “one last picture” so he hid his face.
Gates of Hell
Ξ April 6th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Orig Works |
Standing at the gates of hell,
Waiting for the atonement bell,
Waiting for the master of hell,
Waiting, waiting, evermore.
Standing there wondering why,
Why me, why now, why here!?!
Should I be here,
Or should I be there?
Wondering, wondering evermore.
Should I be standing here,
Or standing there waiting for God?
Did I make the right choice,
Or the wrong one when I asked to come here?
People say that death is sweet,
But that life is the greatest adventure.
So I ask myself, should I have accepted the gift of eternal life?
Is it too late now?
All this is going through my head.
Waiting, waiting evermore.
Now that I am here, not there,
I feel like I should have made a different decision.