relapse of anger |
I saw the most amazing rainbow with you.Any other rainbow just wouldn't do.It shown over the lake,a reflection so true.That kicked it off, it's where things began.That's when I fucking should have ran... Posted by Stop. Go. Morgan. on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 10:58:00 PST |
you used to be a character |
I live my days until their fullwith friends, school and work.But my love, I think of youbecause on my mind, you lurk.It seems to me, I'm in a bindnot sure which move to make.It's your turn now, make a... Posted by Stop. Go. Morgan. on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 10:21:00 PST |
Shit |
Goodnight fools of the night.Goodnight fools clutching other fools.Goodnight fools, with their ways of relating. Posted by Stop. Go. Morgan. on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 10:07:00 PST |
sit up there... |
Tomorrow is Holloween. I am giong to be Raggedy Anne. Truely Raggedy Anne. Some kid of doll. So cute, so nice, such a fucking sweet heart. But still, just a doll. Play with her when you want, and for... Posted by Stop. Go. Morgan. on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 10:15:00 PST |
busy days take it away |
Change is not something that is hard to come by in my life. It seems that when i get used to something, it just changes for the worst and flips my world upside down. Of course it is always becaus... Posted by Stop. Go. Morgan. on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 10:56:00 PST |
damn |
fuck, every time.... this hurtsim done Posted by Stop. Go. Morgan. on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:12:00 PST |
i saw that coming from a million miles away |
This is getting to be fucking rediculous... seriously.... I am so disgusted in every way, makes my skin crawl.... you're so predictable, i can fucking read you like a book.... i need to contain myself... Posted by Stop. Go. Morgan. on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 11:53:00 PST |
wednesday afternoon |
the beautiful weather puts a smile on my face
the yellow white sun beats down on my face
i am excited the way i get excited by leather or lace
sweat beads form and begin to drip down my face
the way s... Posted by Stop. Go. Morgan. on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 11:49:00 PST |
Fucking Fools |
This poem was inspired by me written by Heather Milletthe gold hung round her neck, and bangles on her wrist.she gladly bit the knuckles of my gently furled fist."fuck me" came her whisper and i quick... Posted by Stop. Go. Morgan. on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 10:55:00 PST |
passing time with old friends |
The air is stale and thick.The light in the room seems tinted and foggy.The floor is dirty and stained.Objects such as soda cans, glass bowls, and pot are strewn about on the floor.Five bodies are str... Posted by Stop. Go. Morgan. on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 08:26:00 PST |