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Dave Veele
32/m/Holland,MI


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    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2020-05-12 01:14:35


       My own little corner of existence churning away like pistons A sky so gray it's singed burnt parchment blisters steam a crunch satisfying
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    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2019-12-17 00:53:24


       It snowed last night or this morning whatever When you don't sleep the connection between them severs I stood there in a t-shirt steaming, sweat almost freezing to my skin the fading moonlight spindling down amidst the darkness I spend my life in half light especially in the winter thoughts of you splinter my consciousness as if shattered in the kiln
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    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2018-06-24 12:15:05


       Give me your poor huddled masses For my private prisons To give hand outs to the rich I'll take food from your children I need more weapons and a space force To fight a threat that's not there but not education,clean air or water And Betsy rejoices in the rape of your daughter While Nestle sells every one back stolen water America is the greatest when the poorest stay poor while I count my money and watch the stock-market soar No rights or jobs if you're LBTGQ If some one criticizes me I just tweet FAKE NEWS Cause using ALL CAPS MAKES MY POINT MUCH MORE BETTER
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    into the unknow


    Mood: anxious

    Posted on 2015-08-09 17:59:04


       sage the scents pulls me into the past where shadows cast from the bondfire spiral stretching out over the snow until they mesh with the darkness. We can't see the river from here; but it's there at the bottom of the valley, I can't explain it logically but I can feel it, its rhythm gently moving through the woods in hushed tones beneath sheep skins being beaten until our hands throb from the blood plunged into our fingers chanting dancing lost.....I long for it to lose myself in something greater this union of souls coming together for something bigger than ourselves no talking just feeling. ----------------------------------------------------------- Entertaining thoughts of walking away without looking back. now the catylst in a reaction of utterances and intention bent into reality but fear is here as well. Can I start over and will that start be actually what i desire this pyre of inspiration was all but extinguished now burning brighter than ever as if i never severed ties with my former self delving into dreams shelved for years peering into inaudible silence and extracting meaning from streamed documentaries
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    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2015-08-04 19:43:10


       so excited and nervous fighting feelings of inadequacy that dominate my mind am I smart enough to start over been such a long time since i used my brain
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    Mood: Depressed

    Posted on 2015-04-22 17:24:51


       pushing out product as fast as I can popping baked breads out of the pan don't care what it looks like cause the companies standards have shifted
    equipped with a broom, a mop, a few rags i tie them together and raise a white flag of surrender
    i can't pretend it doesn't kill me inside to put out product that I feel like i should hide
    but try as I may to put on a good front the misery seeps out like grease from a buntcake pan

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    Mood: Stressed

    Posted on 2015-03-21 14:35:18


       So tired i woke up early again before solar rays could make their way between the cracks of thick curtains A certain someone thundered down the hallway and wiggled into bed tried to commandeer my blankets and slip the pillow out from under my head
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    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2015-03-15 15:12:07


       puddles muddles the surface of this
    ice black water beneath cleaving through
    the blue of the big lake makes its way through glaciers to face the eastern sun
    birds have begun to come back to branches abandoned last winter
    reiterated thoughts of you strewn along snowbanks along with empty bottles and fast food wrappers
    black spirals trapped beneath my skin syphine warmth
    solar rays breaking through the gray drape thats been in place since late October

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    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2015-03-08 19:16:05


       the snow flows in tiny streams along the sides of the road pooling in massive puddle where the asphalt crumbles intermingling with the gravel two track that follows over the rusty fence atop snow densly packed into a path through the woods tiny feet scamper like hooves barely indenting the snow bright red coat blazing in the black and white landscape A holly berry except all joy, no poison I may finish later right now its nearly his bed time and i want to hang out with him
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    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2014-10-06 18:58:30


       Midnight parking lot lights leave halo retinal rings The air is crisp; the scent of cloves, e-cig vapor lingering a beacon in the darkness baker's whites amid the night Key clinks in the lock tumber activating at its arc Ice bounces from its maker Mini glaciers to the sea the quiet hum of the hood blower clicking off when it hits temp-------------------------------i'll finish tomorrow maybe got put the kid to bed and still sick = p
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