The Piano's Mistress |
Her heart pumps the blood through her body. and her eyes hold the secrets of dark, and though she cant tell you the shade of your hair, she can leave you with something to spark. She'll tell you to se... Posted by on Wed, 21 Jan 2009 22:07:00 GMT |
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This devil's hand is always pressing down upon my head, continuing to make me feel heavier than lead. I'm sinking to the bottom with these chains around my wrists, no air in sight, as i try to fight a... Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 04:33:00 GMT |
Broken Hearts and Ghost Ships |
The sea tide carries in and out, the stories people throw about. He sits upon that creeking stair, seeing everything through a lonesome glare. He waits to hear the best of lies with only one legend in... Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 17:50:00 GMT |
I dont know what its called yet. I just barely wrote it. |
Even as I write each letter, I take each step. Even as these wounds get better, I hold my breath.
Just like the burning candle being starved of air, my deprivation of you will leave me in despair.
Y... Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 00:10:00 GMT |
Currently Untitled. Suggestions?? |
We see what we wish, and feel as we need. please don't let my smile be seen.
Tuck it away in the farthest part of today. Slip into tomorrow and fight all the sorrow.
Throw away the thoughts we had an... Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 19:11:00 GMT |
Silent Sinner |
My sweet and silent sinner, she is lonely on these nights. she never thought that anything would keep her from the light. She saw the scars and looked away, those things she will not see today. She se... Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 19:03:00 GMT |
The Deaf counselor. |
I won't listen to you. I won't listen to him. I won't hear you tell me all the ways i have sinned.
I'm not the one in need of repentance. I'm not the one going insane. I'm just the one telling a stor... Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:58:00 GMT |
The Statue Poet. |
The names they whisper as we tug on our sleeves. hoping our scars will remain yet unseen.
My love doesnt listen and my enemies won't let me speak, with no one left to talk to all i have left is ink.
... Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:50:00 GMT |
NUMB |
Blind and deaf, Mute and dumb. Oh how i wish i could be numb.
No more regrets, no more sad thoughts. no more counting the things I've lost
No more love and never hate, no reasons to think or wait.
no... Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:39:00 GMT |
Morose Fairytale |
Could this be my fairytale, or could this be my hell? I'll never know. My life perspective is cloaked by the blackest veil.
Please don't let me lose it now, I'm two steps from the edge. One slow dance... Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 13:34:00 GMT |