WHAT TO SAY........... |
a woman walks into the room her reflection surrounding, as if she walked through the city. staring into the mirror, so many voices sounding in her mind. "this is how you should be", a flashback, a mem...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 02:04:00 GMT |
GREY CEMENT |
there are too many thoughts they're really are too many, racing through this grey. focus on the surroundings and the truth not lies not here, not now. all i seem to do is listen to false reality corru...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 03:15:00 GMT |
THOUGHTLESS REPORTERS |
CAST A SHADOW OF A SMALL INTRICATE THOUGHT,SO SMALL THAT THE THOUGHT ITSELF BEGINS TO DISAPEAR.THIS INTRICATE MATTER MAY ONE DAY BE THE SOLE REASON TO LIVE,I ALWAYS LIKED THIS THOUGHT BUT SOME DAYS I ...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 23:00:00 GMT |
BONES |
this beach i stroll is the longest short walk i have ever traveled,i keep walking to find the end of this deranged schedule.in the distance a glareing sun shows off its predefined state, turn down,tuc...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 00:30:00 GMT |
DREAM LIGHT2 |
what? did i expect something more so beautiful? yet it still remained unseen what you held so deep within. you stir now as if to panic, you breathe as if to suffocate, you close your eyes as if t...
Posted by on Wed, 17 May 2006 12:59:00 GMT |
YOU CAN GET AWAY FROM SOMETHINGS... |
paint oh paint your picture, paint, paint your canvas...
finish your work of art
..... paint, oh paint, paint with your hands, i can see from your fingerprints that ...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 07:59:00 GMT |
SINGLE OUT THE FAULT |
a t.v. presents more questions than answers, sitting in the corner barking orders. searching for something anything looking through this looking glass. anything, anything will do feeling a...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Nov 2005 11:35:00 GMT |
GRASPED |
stained by this putred grasp, remove your hand let go, let go. debris from the hold, the years have past: time wasted. please note the carnage lies before i speak. self control. all so familiar ...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Nov 2005 11:31:00 GMT |
POEMS |
a poet. a poetic triumph. apoetic triumph to confuse once more. the meaning of a hidden score. a bold statement from a wall. men so obediant can change the world. its all so simple yet so ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Nov 2005 10:12:00 GMT |
FAMILIAR TERRITORY |
whispering so softly "split in half?" quietly you shreak in peril, in defiance, "why?" to interpret this i cannot speak except to look in a mirror and i will forget when i walk away, so walk away...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Nov 2005 11:11:00 GMT |
