Character |
Every once in a while you are forced to realise how little you know, how little you understand, and how foolish you are. My hope, is that these moments aren't so much a proof of your character, as the...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 01:44:00 GMT |
Love, reign o'er me |
Tonight I saw a movie
I watched unfold a tragedy
What makes a story tragedy?
That I was staring into me
Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 04:50:00 GMT |
new song |
Thought it could use something a bit more cheerful... so here's a new song... it's umm... kinda happy... sorta.
Tonight
VERSE 1
Make one mistake
And it could be your last
That's just the way the worl...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 20:07:00 GMT |
whispers |
in this age of communication, it's amazing how little of it is effective, but I guess it goes by the old idea that the more of something you have the less well it functions.
I am sick and tired of he...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 19:45:00 GMT |
A little too real |
A little sharper
A little farther
A little deeper
A little darker
I'm an orange
I'm an apple
And I'm peeling back the skin.
A little tight rope
In a howling gale
A little tighter
Around my ne...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 02:21:00 GMT |
playing with matches |
you should be scared.
if it's not pity he's after then...
...then you can't help him.
you have nothing
not even the knowledge of what he does
in the darkness and solitude of his despair
run run away
...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 03:22:00 GMT |
just plain tired |
after a while do you just get tired of things? Even like, something you enjoy? Chocolates a good example... i love chocolate, but if i eat too much, i start to notice the less attractive qualities of ...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 21:19:00 GMT |
ramblings of the deluded mind |
The weight I carry carries me
Questions I can't answer
The ocean depths devour thought
Like ravenous storms
Truly a poor man finds
The greatest weapon is the mind
Never he chose a beggars life
...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 02:53:00 GMT |
Dedication |
Beauty is a giftYou are unraveling meI watch as you siftAnticipation, my ecstasyDiscover meDevour me
Posted by on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 04:31:00 GMT |
Poem I wrote last year... still a work in progress |
The Lake
Black on black
The night is ice
Air is old
With lingering death
All of growing
Now is gone
All of green, and all of glowing
Now to grey, now to dust
Pallid reflections lu...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 15:46:00 GMT |
