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The fabric of our lives

My arm reaches inside you to feel the life of the world My cold touch is to abide you to make your stomach twirl my eyes speak the truth that no can keep from lieing my mind remembers the shovel so I ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 07:06:00 GMT

Malice

My death will be reality for all those who dont believe I will be the beging of the end of the human disease I will bring the purity to the earth as it once had for with one drop of my blood Mother w...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 13:05:00 GMT

Guessing shame

I am the push that squeezed the trigger I am the whisper that drowned your liver I am the thought that hangs from you tree I am not man not animal not he or she What am I? 
Posted by on Wed, 17 May 2006 08:31:00 GMT

Its better to Burn out than to fade away

As the candle wick flickers as the wax melts away I sit in my bubble of light close to my candle I stay The voices calling my name and screaching in foreign tongues eyes beging to focus on the light w...
Posted by on Sat, 13 May 2006 11:41:00 GMT

Living

My moments in life are time well spent because I do not remember the past and the future is not here yet I worry not about what will happen because time can only tell and the past is just the darknes...
Posted by on Sun, 07 May 2006 11:27:00 GMT

As I stare with my eyes open I see only whats in my mind!

In the mist of the night as the sun burns it away I watch as the mice begin borrowing away my ears beging twitching my teeth begin to click My experience with ther elderly is enough to make me sick I ...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 08:06:00 GMT

Scary story

My body becomes numb as I ready for deaths embrase I can taste the blood of others now drieing on my face. As I wait in bitter horror I picture my love in a field of tuleps The devil brings forth the&...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 21:08:00 GMT

A loving Father

As the wrinkled dark man stood on the tomb stone His hands in the air his voice monotone Then a small quake as the ground started to sever The hand of his child reach out from the sliver As the man be...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 20:52:00 GMT

watcheth outeth

The late light bellowed for an open invitation But all that was offered was a broken conversation The last of the lizzards were turning in there beds for the Queen of ample alement floated stealthly a...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 10:56:00 GMT

anthropology

The life of a face is as that of a match pieceful at first until it gets its first scratch flaming with fury enraged with hate but soon afterwards it goes out and dicipates.
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 10:03:00 GMT