2009

The boy without a pet, how sad. Every kid needs a little animal to love and cherish for however short amount of time that creature is destined to spend with them. This picture makes me sad yet happy in a way. The poor kid just looks like he wants that little hamster so badly. He has the look of a kid who comes here everyday just to stare at that hamster. Not any hamster mind you, but that hamster in particular. I bet he named it too. I hope one day he gets his hamster and it is all he hoped it would be.

You seemed really alone, maybe I should have sat down with you. Maybe you were just on a break. Maybe you are just unhappy with the direction your life has taken. You wouldn’t look at me, what where you looking at? You looked so far away.

“I love you today, I love you tomorrow and forever my little Pandora.” She whispered shutting the door behind her with a soft but audible click as it sealed off all the light except for my little dancing light next to my bed on a bedpost. My eyes where slowly closing as I watched the little princess emit different colors casting shadows on my walls. I sighed sleepily shutting out the world as I slipped into sweet dreams of my four year old life. A click woke me up. I curled up not wishing to be disturbed but my eyes watched as the door opened slowly. I looked away and tried to go back to sleep. Footsteps approaching across my carpet floors towards my bed. ...

This is an odd picture in New York. Maybe they sell fake arms. well it seems a little creepy to me. Thanks mom for the photo.

The boy sits Alone on the beach With glowering eyes And a heart Full of hate and anger He listens to the ocean Roaring day and night Arms wrapped tight around His scraped and bleeding knees Tattoos run up his arms Like black veins A fire burns before him As he stares deep into it Watching the fickle flame Dancing too and fro How unfair it is For it to be free When he stands in chains He waves his hand Slowly through the flames But he doesn’t feel the pain He doesn’t feel anything anymore So he takes what is left Of his meager belongings And throws them into the fire It crackles and waves Sparking to life As it consumes another’s The boy watches His life go up in flames Burning slowly to ashes As it withers and curls He stands And walks away He is done He is finally done

You seemed upset, maybe you missed your ride home, maybe your boyfriend stood you up. You were just standing there next to the road at a bus stop. There were lots of people but you stood alone. Maybe your anger isolates you. Or maybe you just wanted to be alone. I wish I had asked. I like your scarf by the way. Maybe I will write a poem about you, if so I will post it later so you won’t be alone.

Hello Tiger. I enjoy your tail. And your ears.

I know people How so? I can understand people Better than most Because I can see Through their eyes Feels as their hearts feel How do you do that? I don’t know I just do Well, who are you? I don’t know truthfully I am nothing I guess Because I am everything Or everyone I should say I don’t mean I am All powerful or all knowing You mean like god? Sure I am my writing I am my characters Every face I paint With my words is me Their face is mine I don’ have my own anymore I am a mosaic Of everything I have seen Will see And have made How did this happen? I don’t know I have always been this way Is it hard? Yes It is never easy Not having an identity of your own it is hard not knowing who you really are I can’t remember The last time I have seen my own face So you are saying You have no face? I laugh I guess so I am the portrait of a person Without a face