Stop talking to me! |
Don't pay no mind to me. Be a slave in your own destiny. Is it really that hard to figure out?
Clouds of shame, though untamed, can rain and rain, and what the fuck do we know? ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 18:14:00 GMT |
Terrafrarium |
A psychotic porcelain doll
Drools tumbleweed fizz while
Engulfing a whipoorwill sandwich.
He dreams of his homeland.
Sober tarantulas roam the streets.
In his rustproof limosuine
He snug...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 15:22:00 GMT |
Junk |
Sweat rolls down his face
As he ties his arm off.
His swelling vein,
Once invisible,
Now massful and purple.
Needle in hand,
He slowly excretes any bubbles of air.
The yellow liquid,
De...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 15:17:00 GMT |
Headache |
I feel your presence.
I walk the other way.
I ask ou a question.
You blow me away.
Being your first born.
I was the apple of your eye.
Now my heart is torn.
My emotions left to fry.
I li...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 15:13:00 GMT |
Sea of Disgust |
Terrible lies enrich the past
Will the memories always last?
They say "Into this house we're born."
Now we're here, our lives are torn.
Tensions everywhere bring us down.
We're the king....
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 15:08:00 GMT |
Its not all bad! (poem) |
Trying wouldn't be so hard if you had a face.
Maybe you could find a starting point.
Your self image wouldn't benefit
But at least you would make a stand!
All for what?
Fame?
Get real!
Discover yourse...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 14:52:00 GMT |
A man named Free |
A man named FREE lays,Motionless,Against a scarred white wallIn darkness, mentally exhausted, somewhat lifeless,Like an uncharged battery whose time was wasted by a constant dual between A counterfeit...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 22:06:00 GMT |
Mask |
Further along, the images' camoflauged cover violently transforms into radiant, neon sparks of concealed madness.
A once obvious demonstration of sanity, now disappears as quick as a shaman vanishes w...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 21:52:00 GMT |
Introduction to a sober reality |
How many bridges do we have to cross before we figure out what lies below?Has the path become so rigid that we have lost the privelage to accept beauty and life?How many more people have to die before...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 21:41:00 GMT |
poem |
Frantically gazing into the deep mirrored puddleAt a distorted reflection of my teary self.A karmatic vision of something moreLike scattered pieces of an impossible puzzleOnly I'm invited to explore.T...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 22:01:00 GMT |
