Early Morning Angst |
Jesus Christ,It's ten in the morning.Fuck it...Drink it all away.The sun is shining,I can hear children playing.And the memories replayOn these white-washed walls,Like murals of eternal happinessUpon ... Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 22:11:00 GMT |
Psyches Errupt from All Angles |
Good afternoon World, it's nice to see you again. Just the other day was Christmas, did you know that? I'm glad that you did; for myself, I had forgotten. Oh, the blatant irony of having such a great ... Posted by on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 23:17:00 GMT |
Hows the Weather? |
Rumaging through my thoughts I'm suddenly confronted with confusion. Desire, temptation, and hatred strumming on make-shift guitars, with strings of my own memories, sitting together hid... Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 22:42:00 GMT |
The Rain Still Falls |
Forgive me Mother Mary Moirae, for I have sinnedI've never confessed, but a new leaf can always turnMy mind is in turmoil, while the world just spins
These memories, blasphemey to who I've becomeDay i... Posted by on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 08:05:00 GMT |
He Never Could Get Drunk Enough |
Eh, not too good..but..Ya know..the feeling's there..
From the moment he saw her faceThe tremble on her lipsHer stary eyes glazedHe knew the time had comeBefore she spokeHe had already turned a... Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 08:46:00 GMT |
A Kingdom Once Pillaged (2MoreStanzas) |
Amoungst the fields of the pastBurnt and ever so desolateA vulnerable rose fights to bloomUnharmed from the years of ravagingMilking the barren groundsStraining for a sole drop of waterNever giving up... Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:46:00 GMT |
Strange Things That Desire Makes Peculiar People Do |
I've come to realize, when I truly want something, it falls right through my fingers like some sort of sieve with holes too large to catch even the largest stone. I step forward and try and hold onto ... Posted by on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 02:36:00 GMT |
A Kingdom Once Pillaged (Finished version) |
So..I think this chapter is closed...
Amoungst the fields of the pastBurnt and ever so desolateA vulnerable rose fights to bloomUnharmed from the years of ravagingThough he's still young and naiveMilk... Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 17:26:00 GMT |
gramatical disclosure |
As I've said before, this soul has bled too much. I've fallen for another trap. My motivation is none. My faith lays in charred ruins. Inside these flames Voices die to be heard.Those whom pass me byS... Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 01:03:00 GMT |
When Did Life Turn Her Back? |
Good morning blatant disease
Burning me from the inside out
Good morning blatant hatred
Bombarding my every thought
I can't understand
I can't try to explain
These days pass by so rapidly
And though... Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 17:53:00 GMT |