Too late |
Hours have gone byMy eyes have sagged way past their limitEveryone is alsleep, except for meTime is allusiveA momment can feel like a hourand a hour can only take a mommentThat equals too much time to...
Posted by J¬R¬M¥ on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 04:23:00 PST |
When you know you can't win |
Fuck being OptomisticGive up
Posted by J¬R¬M¥ on Fri, 24 Nov 2006 07:44:00 PST |
Boredom |
Boredom Causes us to redefine ourselvesThat self-help book, we reach for but never readThinking about how we can do betterOr maybe this is the best it gets
Posted by J¬R¬M¥ on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 05:13:00 PST |
Fuck Caring |
If i cared, would you care back?If i don't care you'll pretend like you dont eitherIf i do, You won't admit that you do to...fuck it, i don't even care anymoreHAHAHAHA!
Posted by J¬R¬M¥ on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 05:48:00 PST |
Writers |
How could he writeWhen he hasn't had the LifeBrilliant colors and natural scenesOf things he's never seenRelationships that don't make senseWhen he hasn't been in a love experienceWrote about the worl...
Posted by J¬R¬M¥ on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 10:02:00 PST |
Depression |
Its not that im not satisfied,Im just not satisfiedI can't explain itI want things to pick up to a quicker paceBut im going slower than my shadowIts not that im anti-socialI just don't know how to tal...
Posted by J¬R¬M¥ on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 08:14:00 PST |
Poetry got Pregnant |
I fucked up and got "Poetry" pregnant
I remember seeing poetry from first glanceshe was smiling and I knew i had a chanceTold me her name was "Poetry"wanted to know what I was up to more importantlyth...
Posted by J¬R¬M¥ on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 08:37:00 PST |
Alone With The Moon |
Quiet and Silence of the nightthe new moon accends to the black skyStars not to be found, by bright city lightsThe New moon is left alone in the skyPainting a larger picture of itself,O...
Posted by J¬R¬M¥ on Sat, 18 Mar 2006 11:32:00 PST |
Shut up, and let me talk |
Why you always gotta interupt me?Why cant you just shut the hell up?Let me speak DamnitIm tired of what you got to sayNow you gotta hear what i have to saySometimes i just cant stand youSo just Shut t...
Posted by J¬R¬M¥ on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 06:50:00 PST |
Continent and Culture |
A continent does not define the man I am todayI am not a product of landI am a product of manPeople tell me lies of what I should betelling it relates to my ethnicitySaying that we all ...
Posted by J¬R¬M¥ on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 11:25:00 PST |
