I have no voice... |
Mouth moves.Sound remains absent.In the face of my untimely disasterI have nothing to say.What could I say?What should I say?What would I say?Nothing....And you would hear nothing......
Posted by Mark... on Sat, 31 May 2008 11:57:00 PST |
The world... |
Whistle with the worldWatch it spin, careless inattentionWatch it spin to its destructionWeep for the world
Posted by Mark... on Sun, 25 May 2008 04:02:00 PST |
Let me... |
Let me fallLet me crashLet me burnLet me die in your eyes
Posted by Mark... on Sat, 24 May 2008 03:48:00 PST |
The beast... |
There is something scaredCowering, its fangs are bared.It lies hidden, all but lostFearful to be seen by mostHeavy, stagnant breathingSlowly in pain watch it writhingComeThis is something you mus...
Posted by Mark... on Sat, 24 May 2008 03:45:00 PST |
Up/Down... |
Escaping this our lonely prisonAway we flyUpLifted too high by feathers and waxNow we must fallDown
Posted by Mark... on Wed, 07 May 2008 10:53:00 PST |
Cryptic... |
The upward spiral of our ever-falling pencil sketchAlways nearer to farther awayHas reached its climax in this bottomless pitAnd remains as a shining beacon to the blindHere they will be blindedBy the...
Posted by Mark... on Thu, 01 May 2008 10:49:00 PST |
Strangers... |
hello is what you sayas you walk bybut dont say goodbyejust walk away
Posted by Mark... on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 11:18:00 PST |
Fading Light... |
Raindrops falling from the sky. A solitary face looks up from the multitude below. Gazing into the heavens, he sees a faint light. It is growing dim. He calls attention to it. There are none who look....
Posted by Mark... on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 08:06:00 PST |
Poetry... |
Blank pages.Screaming for attention.Drawn by their call, we come near.What are they trying to say?As if by magicI take up a penPut it to the pageAnd it's mysteries are revealed.Chapter upon chapt...
Posted by Mark... on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 06:04:00 PST |
Fear of Rejection... |
Here I stand.Arm oustretched.Blood dripping to the floor.I've torn out my own heart.Here it is.Shrivelled, twisted and scarred.Not sure what to do with it.I simply stand.Take it, it's yours.Will you t...
Posted by Mark... on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 09:25:00 PST |
