therealtigger

Darkness surrounds me. Nothing moves, nothing breathes. I am alone, utter alone in the world Angry courses through my veins like a poison The snakes bite is still fresh on my skin where the snake of life has bit me. Slowly the I can feel it at work. My once happy mood slowly falls away like water from a rock ledge. Silent I am alone. That is what I want to be for this moment. But at the same time I want to be held, I want to talk, I want to vent. I am angry, I am frustrated. I am alone, sad. All I want right now is to be held, but instead all I have for comfort of harsh lyrics and wailing guitars Get it where you can. Enjoy what

And I ask myself, after a rough day and a speeding ticket. What the hell is Karma? Is it some divine force that binds us all, like something from Star Wars? Or is it more like luck? How does one go about getting good karma? Is it something that can be given? I have all kinds of crazy questions like this rolling around in my hollow skull. I have heard many definitions of the ambiguous object. One is that yes, it's like luck. Two, you can gain and lose it by doing good/bad things. So from there I ask my silly little self, what dictates good or bad? Is it me? Is it society? Is it humanity as a whole? What? If its humanity/society, does that mean

The Voyage was long, At times it was hard. Money went fast and laughs were many. To do it all over again, I\'d give all. Driving hours on end, days at a time, just to get to my destination. Home called me loudly the entire way. Finally the road ends and I am back to where I began. Something is here, something I haven\'t quiet taken from this place. Whenever I leave, it calls to me. Something is here, something that calls to me out of the clear blue and the black night. Speeding down the freeway, it\'s off to my next stop. Sunny beats down, sweat falls. Water disapears from my cooler about as fast as free money on main street. Driving ba

As I left my heart broke I could feel my car move away from the curb But I wasn't really driving. I was still sitting next to you. I moved down the freeway. Speeding because I had to get away. I love you so much, and it hurts me to leave you like this. As I move on, I can feel the tension and tearing of my heart strings. The strings that connect mine to yours. I show up at her house, just as a friend. I'm not thinking anything of it. I don't know why but when I get out of the car and she comes up, I'm back at your house, hugging you. We go for a walk, and before I know what I'm doing, I'm holding her hand. It's you I'm talking to

Oh God The jet engine's scream fades, but is only to be replaced by the clip-clop of high heeled demons, thirsty for a deal.* Fallen angels in white with their "stethoscopes", a tool to hear your soul dance. Not to mention the general flock. Lost and found.* Numbers, keys, suitcases. People. Sheep.* "Baaaa." Oh how I wish I could relate... not. The chaotic nature of an airport stands out to people for some stupid reason. With all the death in the world , all the famine, the theft and murder. You'd think people would worry about more important things. That's one thing I'll never understand about you "humes".  You take all the peace you actu

Your fingertips brush over my trembling lips, you hush me, lull me, hypnotize me until I lay back in your arms, tasting this fantasy, closing my placid eyes, letting everything slip, my back against the sheets and bed, I'm safe, safe with you, nothing can go wrong, only bliss can follow, deeper, softer, ever so lovingly...

If god were dead Would his corpse fall to the ground With a thud Or whisper faintly down to the surface Of his creation Unnoticed? If god had such powers As to stop evil things Would he in turn be evil For not preventing certain deeds? And if good gods word Would so be binding and decreed Would the non-followers be Cast out to sit here and ponder With me? If god weren't true And if he weren't real Then was the blood-spilled In unjust complete vain? If god was a myth Or a lesson in story form Could we still draw morals from The bible and sins If god was a theory Still we had yet to prove Could it be that humanity Wa

"You killed me" The first words to leave your mouth. Murder? Am I capable of this? It appears that I am since your heart beats no longer. Your dearly beloved has spiritually wounded you. The tears come and fall like warm, salted rain. They're like bricks being thrown from the top of a building. Down they fall on me. "I'm sorry." The first words to leave my mouth once I spoke the truth. Now it hurts and I'm sick with pain. Last night I felt my heart stop and all emotion left me. But the sickness stayed. This nauseous feeling comes from the thought og what I had done. No comfort. I can't feel a thing. I can't hug my bear and tell myself th