Insomnia's Finest

Blind Mice

They are my favorite. And, I love them...

posted by Jeff Watkins @ Wednesday, May 02, 2007 1 comments

Since Michelle Reads: The Liar's Whore

Playing songs through my head
Living like I'm faking death
Reasons escaping to feel reasonable
Reality sets in

In store, up front, right in the view
Perfectly polished just for you
Believed the deal was all it could be
Dealt with it like antiquity

Slightly miffed at the consequences
Indulge myself and your irreverent behavior
Cattle and sheep and lambs and goats
Request taken to replace the hope

The likelihood that this will be
Some sort of polished melody
To sing-a-long to and ransom the bet
Conducive to this exit

posted by Jeff Watkins @ Wednesday, April 12, 2006 7 comments

don't say you loved me
just to make amends
talking is worthless unless honest
and you and i are guilty

you think it would be better
for us to be together
i think it's worse
to lie about what i'm feeling

so soon, our doom?

when questions cannot be answered
i make up the solution
things like silence are often good
but it's times like this when i don't want to be alone

why can't it make sense
nothing but the smoke from your incense
the taste left in my mouth is bitter
this is what it's like to speak from inexperience

posted by Jeff Watkins @ Sunday, October 02, 2005 7 comments

within you, without you

i spend my days laying down, wrought with pain. i no longer wish to linger all the while lying to myself. it isn't easy anymore and i do not care.

posted by Jeff Watkins @ Sunday, August 14, 2005 0 comments

Ready To, What Did You Say?

a strong tower
a pretty flower
i am designed
to live a long time
but i will ruin it
because i messed with her
she will kill me
because
i wear fur

posted by Jeff Watkins @ Sunday, August 07, 2005 0 comments

Bah... Nobility

Have you ever wanted to commit social suicide? I have. I don't mean to permanently end life itself. More like, to kill the ever-pending struggle to find nightly entertainment via your black book. I, likely, among many of my friends, only struggle with things that are visibly obvious to others. I let people in on the problems that are hindering my current situation. For example, I didn't have any problems letting people know my car wasn't working. But today, I was so frustrated with the influx of crap penetrating my happy-go-lucky stance that I just wanted to get away. I wanted to shut everyone out of my life.

I didn't want to kill myself, just my name. Don't call me because I don't want to talk. I didn't want to tell anyone anything. I didn't want to explain why I'm so unsatisfied with myself today. Why my bills weren't getting paid. Why I can't pay my rent. Why I can't seem to find a girl. Why I can't have a decent time when I pursue my relationship with God. Why I can't stop eating fast food. Why I can't get my kids to listen to me at work. Why I can't do a lot of other things. It's a lot of this that contributed to my foul mood, but these are the only temporal things that my mind could spout off at this early hour. I'm not in so much of an optimistic mood to solve all of my problems right now. Perhaps that is another post. Erstwhile. Anyway, I just needed to vent tonight before I fell asleep. Thus.

don't.kill.yourself.

posted by Jeff Watkins @ Tuesday, April 19, 2005 2 comments

The Next Pinnacle

So, I swear I will do more with this. If you're bored and randomly surfing, go to To Whom It May Concern my other blog. Some friends and I write and it's a lot better. Have fun kids...

posted by Jeff Watkins @ Wednesday, March 19, 2003 0 comments

The Beginning
...It is not yet known to me what will become of this. Rather, I anxiously await the journey that lies before me...

posted by Jeff Watkins @ Thursday, February 13, 2003 1 comments