Friday, August 29, 2008


Down go the friends in the pit of forever.
Up goes the frowns of the unhappy.
Down go the egos of the rich.
Up go the pockets of the poor.

Robin Hood.
How long can the poor stay rich before they become the rich?

Should they be punished?

Is wealth a disease?

Down are the riders.
Up are the liars.

In Heaven.

Because God watches them.



To the man who looks up.

From the down.


Sunday, August 24, 2008

Bleeding wrists, seething fists.

sometimes i do things to hurt myself
only to appreciate my life more
and to love the fact that hate thrives on appreciation
i get scared
so i lash out
and doubt
and get stronger
i need you
to believe in me
help me
believe in myself
help me fight
help me live
the darkness in which i was born in does not consume me
so don't let it confuse you
i don't let it consume me
but let it consume you
and you too
and see
i am not the one
you should be
i'm the one you should believe
the sun is under me

Hyper Sonic

in the shadows