Don't Regret Anything, Live and Learn.

Sitting behind closed doors at his desk in the darken study, Davey sat glaring at the hand written papers spread out in front of him. Some time had passed sense he had looked at these hand written accounts of his life. They were not of any importance to anyone. The told of no major events in his life or anything like that. Instead, they told of a darker side of him, a side that only a few had been allowed to see. It was the sexual side that he had reserved for these papers, the side that he ...

Life is fucked up Nothing is what you make it out to be And nothing is what is appears Work is a bore For those of use who have a mind We know it, the mind, goes to waist We see ourselves as something That we are not And others glorify that more They say that they have never seen an Artist at work And they think it is neat It is nothing unlike old high school classes I tell them And then go back to work They say they understand But I know they don’t As the continue to gaze Their gaze is like ...

Four in the morning, and once again I’m wide awake. In about four hours, I’ll have no choice but to be awake. The hustle of the world around me will keep me from my desperately missed friend. All about one of the four windows in my two bedroom apartment are closed with shades drawn. The kitchen window remained slightly opened to help air out my chain smoking habit. It seems to have gotten worse recently, both my chain smoking as well as my sleep habits. I smoke because I can’t sleep. My bed h...

While sitting back and looking Back on what I have called my life I have to think about what I have done How I have hurt the people that I loved most. I have to sit back And look at my life What I have done in the past Both recent and distant The recent will be the easer of the two It is still fresh in my head Yet it will be the most painful Because it is still fresh in my head Those who know me the best know That I have tried to change myself But will it help? Will it correct the pain that I...

“Hello?” “Hey” she was in her black shirt with a dark blue bandanna on. “How are you doing?” “Good good”, I could tell that she didn’t give two shits about putting any effort behind the statement. She just wanted to tell me so I wouldn’t get upset or worry about her. “Good”. I popped a piece of gum into my mouth. I had quit smoking a week or so before hand and it was still tough for me. “What are you doing tonight that has put you in such a good mood?” “Nothin,” The tone in her voice was stil...