Nothing to report. Just slowly losing my mind with a smile.
-T


A Ghost in...I have never truly known what it is to be loved.A Ghost in...
To have been idealized, yes, but not loved. I have skated past friendships. I have slid through life as an onlooker to my own story. I see my friends becoming more, while I am standing still.
I am a Ghost in my own story, in my own life.
Few remember me, or what I stand for. A homeless man on the street corner begging for change has
more notoriety. Is it not sad for it to be said by my own tongue? Is it not amazing for me to admit it?
I am a ghost in my own narrative, in my own imagination.
I have not know


Why I Cut YouA boy becomes a man. He gets his first job at the age of fifteen. He works for a living. He gains the respect of his peers. He meets a girl. They fall in love. They get married.Why I Cut You
His son is born on a hot August day. He loved his boy. He would do anything for him. He took up a second job to make sure his son was taken care of. His favorite day was his boy's first day at school. He was so proud...
That day he lost his life. He didn't die a hero's death. He didn't die from an ailment. No, he was shot by another man. These two men did not fight. No, one man


My DeathWe were talking on the phone, I needed to vent.My Death
I sit in the bathroom, Crying on the floor,
The blood is rushing down my arm,
You hear my voice get weak,
But there's nothing you can do.
It's too late.
You try to call my name.
But still I don't answer.
You think I've fallen asleep, Still laying on the bathroom floor, Before you hang up, You softly whisper "Sleep well my Princess."
The next day, My parents call you.
And tell you the news, You don't believe them, Until you see... Until you see my lifeless body


XIIIIm the girl behind that locked door.XIII
The one that you can only see parts of,
through the key hole. A flitter of bare feet,
a fleeting twirl of bare hips.
Your blinking keyhole eyes notice
that I always cradle my hands; My fingers are not bare, they wear a key, That is identical to yours.
I write you notes and letters and seal
My confessions with a kiss. I slip them beneath the crack of the door, knowing theyll be read in the light, Even though I wrote them in the dark. You read them in silence and my voice floats, a petal o


XI love the smell of your pillow; So much so that I often end up sleeping on it too. You never push me away, just cuddle me closer. I breathe you close and fall back onto cloud-nine, Waiting for my dreams to blanket me warm.X
Youre all I want to breathe,
The one I have fallen for, from the highest point in the sky.
You say I become musical at night when I sleep.
That my breathing lulls you and My heartbeat is always sharing time with yours. I wonder if you can hear my heart singing During the day, when I walk next to you, When you kiss my bare shoulder
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"There is no Underdog"
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The only way to navigate the river that is time is with the vessel of dreams.
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Choose a link:
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"There is no Underdog"
-Dani
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"There is no Underdog"
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Local uninsured resident gets plowed over by 18-wheeler on her way to get Medicaid. Here's the sick part - she survived.
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"There is no Underdog"
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I exist as I am, that is enough
If no other in the world be aware I sit content
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
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