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AGE:
22
LOC: Redondo Beach, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: June 28
LOC: Redondo Beach, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: June 28
hello
my name is Pj Kneisel
and i like to write on occasion
when i get the inspiration
i don’t really quite know what to say
so i will just leave it at this:
please read and enjoy my work.
thank you! reviews are very much appreciated!
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all writings on this profile ® Perry Joseph Kneisel 2004/2005/2006
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lost in a heap fucked and just forgotten i don't think you really ever gave a shit clench my fist tighten the noose it's just an image i can't get out of my head i hate it i wish i could lose it pills would save me maybe you could to but it doesn't matter nothing will happen it never does the end is nothing but something i dream falling down hard never to be picked up again bleeding in trickles the lines are nothing but a cross -----------------------------------------------------------------...
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so the ones you love or just the ones you see are there every day you walk around the earth buckles under the eyes of your mind the ground caves everytime you misstep somebody just fucking tell me what to do i look around and i see, not love, but experience and i look inside and i find not a single thing they say to keep your eyes and ears wide open well come on, i'm beyond open i'm an autopsy with a face turn off the lights i won't breathe anymore --------------------------------------------...
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i tear the sky to shreds as the stars begin their assault i fend them off with my fists i lose myself on the way to eternity i find myself in the darkness once again "what happened?" is what i ask myself where did things get side-tracked and how did i find myself here instead of there i have lost my way and now i must struggle back to the source i must mend the skies and return the stars to their former glory i need to mend myself before i can go on before i can love when life is the way it i...
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it would be so much easier if someone would kill me no guilt on my hands, no slow agonizing pain i'd have to deal with but damnit all if it's not illegal to have someone kill you! what kind of country is it where i don't have the freedom to be killed! oh this began as a sadistic rant, and i will turn it into something much more grand something out of this world, beyond the farthest reaches of space and time (and twinkly little stars) out on the great rift, where the clouds meet the sky hump a...
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i really would like to go to new york city. being in the most recognized state in the u.s. surrounded by sky scrapers and snow (winter obviously) i love the image nyc presents. i think i am much more an east coast person. i never go to the beach. my favorite area in my city is downtown la, and thats the closest you can get to nyc here. i know some people probably might think i want to go to nyc just to see them. this is not the case. only problem is my career goal (game design) is centered he...
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that was refreshing. i like how you combine certain "childish" phrases such as "swallowed a campfire for breakfast" or "it sounds like a burp" with phrases like "your walls are letting their hair down" or "i felt like each page was a child in the trash." despite what any reviewer says, each one brings there own personality to the table, and my interpretation of this poem brings it to life in my skull. the seriousness and childishness balance very very well and it feels as if you write how i t...
you definitely have amazed me with your skill with the language. too often do i read poetry where they have a message, but there language and ideas are all over the place (mine included.) i really liked how this poem had a clear focus: "Coming of age in Asheville, NC." every piece of the poem felt carefully placed, yet spontaneous and emotional. i could picture it clearly with your imagery. my favorite example being: "During the fall, yellow leaves resemble open feet." those few words themsel...
i really enjoyed that. it wasn't quite a "happy" or "depressing" poem, it had a certain spirit that i can't quite phrase right, but it made me feel like i was there. your imagery is very powerful. starting out with gunpowder making the nose bleed, unglamourous shrubbery, it all works very well together and i really commend you on your skill. i was frankly suprised to see you are 16 as well, i can't wait to read more of your writing! congrats on this wonderful piece.
i suppose i am alone thus far in this...but i loved it and thought it was beautifully written and almost...dare i say...perfect! i have dreamt of a situation very similar to this, and you put it down into words with true elegance. i feel for you, and i know that is a strange thing to say, but it is just something i get from this piece. your writing is very expressive and about as far from "typical" as you can get. don't let my fellow reviewers get you down, because i can see true brilliance i...
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