Posts Tagged ‘dust’


Sunday, May 15th, 2011

The dust is the shroud wrapped tightly around her shoulders
A death shroud veiling her from the world she is simply passing through
Transparent eyes look at nothing but the horizon of the world
With feet that drag as her invisible chains burden her steps
She moves on, deliberately, persistently with no goal in mind
She must move, she must not stop or else she will be found
You see, her shadow is chasing her but cannot find her in the dust storm
She is the lost, she is the invisible left to wander when the storm is over
Determination is her name
But what good is determination when there is no objective
Simply the will to keep going, keep moving when all has imploded around you
She knows all about failure, pain, and the bottom of the hole
The grave she has dug herself into yet seems to continually evade
She dances around death with the practicality of a mathematician
Life is a calculation to her, the only components that exist
Are her obstacles and her ability to push onward
So she finds herself walking down this road again
Chased by her shadow and the inevitably of death
But this time as it always has been Lady Luck has swept her away
In the arms of a storm that is all consuming and all knowing
Maybe Luck knows just how it feels to be out of luck
So she took pity on a poor girl down on fortune who was betrayed by her shadow
But in the end luck has nothing to do with it
Her shadow will eclipse her in the end as all are and no storm can save her then
But for now she continues her dance, her game of Cat and Mouse
With those who cannot be tricked or avoided
With bare feet she continues forward, pulling the cowl of a dust storm close
To hide her face from eyes that can see all and know all
How long she wonders, how much longer can this game continue
For even now she grows weary, even now her soul
Just as the soles of her feet grow bloodied and bruised
From a fight she knows she cannot win
Yet she continues to fight because it is simply who she is
She is determination and does not know what it means to give up
So she doesn’t


The Broken Spoke

Monday, May 10th, 2010

I am old now and broken
travel one to many times
the unbeaten trail
now it has left me beaten
wonder what happened
in its forgotten trail
standing on a dusty path
I thought I knew
but never did
following you until the end
but I lost you along the way
I don’t remember how
or why you left me standing here
broken and betrayed
but I am still waiting
on this burning dusty day
to not feel so broken
and not feel so alone
maybe I will wait forever
just praying you will come home
praying for strength
to leave it be
for all we have
may never have been
what was meant to be

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Hot Cheetos

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

Everyone loves them right? I now I do, and so does my brother. Actually he is more like addicted to them. There are two things that I hate about spicy cheetos though, and both drive me insane. They are the only downfalls to the mighty cheeto.

  1. First thing, no matter how big the bag you buy ,whether it be a little personal sized bag or a family sized party bag that you could fit your younger sibling into, all of them are gone within minutes. It drives me crazy, I just sit there thinking, is there a portal at the bottom of this bag because my cheetos are disappearing much faster than I could ever eat them. I just don’t understand how they are all gone so fast, and no it isn’t because I am pig and gobble them up really fast. I can take like one handful then turn back to the bag for more and a leprechaun must have made off with my cheetos because they are all gone now. I have to ask, are my friends just eating them all within the two seconds that I look away, maybe I am just insane, oh well that doesn’t mean I should loose my cheetos.
  2. The final and worst part about cheetos is the red dust stuff that never comes off your fingers. After you finish the magical bag of cheetos, you go and try to clean off your fingers, but simply so, you can’t. You can wash your hands, wipe them on your brand new jeans, even wipe them on your best friend. I am telling this stuff never comes off. It taints your skin and becomes part of your genetic code so you are no longer human but half cheeto beast. Maybe that is what a cheetah is, I don’t know. There has to be an effective way of getting that dust stuff off, and by the way, What is that stuff anyway? Seriously, is it like spicy dust of some sort, or like crumbled up other cheetos? These are the things I need to know.

Anyway, I just try to steer clear from that stuff because I prefer my fingers to remain normal colored, not bright red. They are good though, but I will stick to foods that don’t reroute me DNA into some cheeto beast, I like being normal weird me.

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