What is left to say.... |
Well, what is left to say kiddies? Is everything falling apart in this New Year, or is it all finally coming together? The truths and lies of our past wiped clean with a New Moon... let it...
Posted by EHM on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 12:10:00 PST |
... |
What can I tell you, about this thing that's happening to me? Most cannot understand what this all means... Why would I throw away a potential for greatness in exchange for some delusional dream...
Posted by EHM on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 11:47:00 PST |
Stop telling the Truth |
The words do not come as fluidly as they once did. You might chalk it up to a lack of inspirational figures around me or just a general sense of apathy. I am plagued by the words I say, sp...
Posted by EHM on Sat, 12 Aug 2006 08:23:00 PST |
Strange, the light.... |
Eating a piece of advice in a roadside diner somewhere... eats on my memory. Everything's been told to me, one time or another. Patience grates on my nerves, a sharp cheddar without the wi...
Posted by EHM on Sun, 08 Jan 2006 08:23:00 PST |
Strides taken |
The universe is walking like a giant with a crook in its back. Hunched and pained, the miserable memories of all that has transpired in human history weighing upon it like Atlas. If you co...
Posted by EHM on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 07:58:00 PST |
Decisively undecisive |
The cryptic legions of disestablishmentarianist fools are trapped amongst the revolting masses of apathy and wanderlust starvation. Instead of rising therein to take charge they sleep through th...
Posted by EHM on Wed, 31 Aug 2005 09:28:00 PST |
Says Who? |
Release Her
Robbing myself
Of beautiful experience
They say, they say
As if Shes already dead
As if She never was
No such thing
As soul mates
They say, they say
I dont want you anymore
Never ...
Posted by EHM on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
See me |
Find me or release me
Too pained to carry a memory
And never hold the heart
Deprived of passion
And yet, passionate nonetheless
In you Love Ive found
My threshold for hurt
The ability to withstand
Li...
Posted by EHM on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Weak |
Heard a girlsay she was weak...A misspent use of tragedyAs if the derliction of loveCould ever truly be to blameHow weak did you feel,bleeding onto that page;laying open the wounds for all to see... b...
Posted by EHM on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Decaying decadence |
The western wind blows again, summoning my desheveled self out from beneath the sheets and auburn skies. Wanderlust ever to blame for my transience, but hey, it must have been fun, cause now I'm...
Posted by EHM on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
