august. |
In a place so dismal, dimly lit,you still search for signs of sun.In our shattered shambles,sad remains of a castle,you still pray to your god for home.It's all trial and error, a caged-up terror,torn...
Posted by kris. on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 04:19:00 PST |
vent 4. |
1. What the fuck is your problem? Seriously, this is not a rhetorical question. Tell me, because I'm dying to know. Are you on some ongoing power trip, an authoritative overdose, or do you actually be...
Posted by kris. on Sun, 13 May 2007 05:29:00 PST |
lab rat. |
Summer is our thunder season.You're too top-down, coked out,to read between the linesor even walk a straight one.Sunshine brings my darker skin(from rays of rationed radiation),yet beckens all my dark...
Posted by kris. on Thu, 10 May 2007 03:35:00 PST |
spectrum. |
I think I remembermy feet propped upon your dashboard.It made you so mad,made me want more.More speed, more street,more diluted jealousy.More signs to lead me.I am subtly illiterateto your misprinted ...
Posted by kris. on Tue, 01 May 2007 05:01:00 PST |
rebound, rewind. |
Hopes shot, doors locked.There goes another fresh start.New beginnings have becomeour prequel to falling apart,and I'm counting the clocks'til I fall, crawl, walkthe fuck out of this pl...
Posted by kris. on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 06:44:00 PST |
vanity. |
You smell like the strangest summer,when morning lilies merely withered.This hangs in the air like a heavy curtain,as I walk briskly toward nowhere special.Your smile is cloaked in sinful snowfall,cli...
Posted by kris. on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 08:25:00 PST |
tease. |
I'm cruising over killer cliffs,playing harmless hit-or-miss,but your face won't fall half as fast.We're made for speed,to give it up, get over it,but never built to last.It's a quick blast....
Posted by kris. on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 03:40:00 PST |
word vomit. |
What once was so worthy has proven itself weak.I compose pretty prose in my head while you sleep.All luck is lost, truth tossed, from secrets you keep.You're a mutt and a monster, letting your lo...
Posted by kris. on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 07:20:00 PST |
strings. |
There's nothing left for me.Little voices have told me,head-to-toe whispered warnings.Too many tingles have hintedat what I am now certain is true.There's nothing here for me,but you.Even you are...
Posted by kris. on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 05:23:00 PST |
surprise. |
I'm tired of finding these fraudexcuses for you to use on me.I dig my own grave, pretend to pray,and then throw myself away.Effortlessly.Bury me deep, beneath the dirtI've finally found on you. The tr...
Posted by kris. on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 10:17:00 PST |
