The Halls |
I long to feel a chill inside, as bitter as winters deepest kiss. exonerated from life, solitary, entrapped, purged of bliss. Awaken to shadows neither fantasy nor reality.Acid coated words spewed ...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 09:04:00 GMT |
razors |
I put a razor to my heart today, to see if i still bleed. my life has slowly been draining all this time, but your kiss is all I need. To be whole again, rise to the surface, and breathe.I was lost an...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 06:36:00 GMT |
madness |
there is a secret i keep, locked inside my heart so deep. It pertains to a girl, who still dances through my dream's. I miss her so much when im awake, i only wish for sleep. it is quite funny how she...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 06:35:00 GMT |
tranquil |
tranquility. i could write a thousand words about how happy she makes me, but i can never truly comprehend what it is that does it. it is a tragic, comfortable feeling. to be so far, yet so completely...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 06:35:00 GMT |
cross roads |
Across the world i seeked, a dream. something calm to quell the scream. I searched for months upon years, all the time, dealing, coping with my fears.
Is there nothing, t...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 06:34:00 GMT |
Dances |
her voice is a song unsung, haunting me sweetly, surely. I am enveloped by the melody of her laughter, as it dances through my mind, entrancingly hypnotizing, my heart can barely keep from dancing str...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 06:32:00 GMT |
god knows |
can you feel it, the throbbing pulse in your head. The blood flowing through your body, the life filling each vein, pumping, enthralling. There is music in the rhythmic beating of a heart, the p...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 06:31:00 GMT |
fucked up |
fucked up and fading, tired of wading through the shallows of life, just to hear sickeningly sweet call of the knife. what is this that can make a man end his life, this hurtful disgusting pain that r...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 06:30:00 GMT |
submitted to The New Yorker |
Shattered, anything that once lived in me is ruined. Too many voices, giving my eulogy, such a tragedy. Cant fight through the madness to remember what you said. Something about faith ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 06:29:00 GMT |
painted |
Tumultuosly placid, solid yet flacid. Ironically simple, simply ironic. Beautifully toxic. Full of life, stale, entropic. Epiphany finally, serenity. Death so close, cold....
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 06:28:00 GMT |
