your silent love |
the love i have for you ill never know agen
when you wrote that note i new it was the end
one day soon hell give you away
my sole will parish on that day
im gald it commin for i wont feel the pain
ill...
Posted by the joker on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 11:02:00 PST |
all should read this |
people may take the things i write and say wrong
it happens then they prolong
a problem which is nothin more than a miss understanding
over this things seem to be ending
dont try to read between the l...
Posted by the joker on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 07:49:00 PST |
intreging thoughts |
i see you but i shant look
i feel you but i wont yet touch
for i know not if your hart is taken
you every move inspiering
it ignites my thoughts
once empty
now i fill with ideas
now its not quit...
Posted by the joker on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 09:24:00 PST |
you dont know who you are |
your presents fills me up
simultaniusly it makes me ponder
rite now it wont worck
i still wander if it ever will
evin thow im happy with you just here
what we posess is love of the truest form
i have ...
Posted by the joker on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 11:44:00 PST |
my loved ones |
tell me why this is
loss of social jife
not enoph motivation
elastic cyqui
i need a docter
the pain is to much
as i watch my life go to ruin
my heart ripped open over and over
cocain in the nose
pill...
Posted by the joker on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 06:04:00 PST |
early mornen |
awak amidst an eirly mornen
as conchassnes comes i hope its not pooren
get up... coffie... wready for the day
hot roof tops... breaken poney... roolen hay
at the barn ill have a beer
as darckness come...
Posted by the joker on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 05:58:00 PST |
manny years in the making |
my mind torchers my sole as if to say your ussles
so i wander in extatic anger
ripping my insides
evin durring happyness i feel pain
so many emotions from all around me
i absorb them and keep them for...
Posted by the joker on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 05:37:00 PST |
what a mess |
what a mess
time left to wroght
no longer shall i stay
back to the woods wair i belong
this mass of stone and morter
the city is a prision to me
with the hevyist of ball and chain
i should have fallo...
Posted by the joker on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 05:29:00 PST |
remmembering |
remembering once agen wair i stand
taking in whats at hand
living life under everyons foot
pushing away everything iv sought
things iv seen have ruend me
not knowing who or what to be
my body and so...
Posted by the joker on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 05:25:00 PST |
poetic potancy |
why is the poet most potiant in pairell
looked apon by others as feebal
when poets words are full of mite
inncuraging others to stay and fight
giving a place in thair minds for pice
for all a time wh...
Posted by the joker on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 05:09:00 PST |
