More musings. |
I have seen the underbelly of this filthy city.Full to bursting with aging whores and slimeIt smells of old blood and uncut drugsThese people would take the knife to their own throat just for a taste ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 19:05:00 GMT |
newest writings |
Okay, heres a bunch more stuff I've written in no particular order, so yeah, read them, comments are nice too (:January 13, 2009:Temporary setbacks become transparent under neon liquid limelight. Self...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 18:38:00 GMT |
sunshine. |
I can still remember the way the sunshine used to taste. I still remember how we used to lay on our backs in the cool grass and drink the sunshine. We let it dance warmly over our freckles and turn ou...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 18:03:00 GMT |
Confess how, you blessed me. But I’m blank, just blinking. |
These are pretty much the only two poems I wrote that rhyme, so, here they are I guess.Maybe I'm stuck in the confines of my own mind when the reality which I look to find is that of a different time,...
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 19:50:00 GMT |
Inspired |
Pouring rain accompanied by loss of vision. You’ve always had the face of an angel, but the way your body screams for sin is a delicate disguise. Temptation is on his haunches, he’s lickin...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 13:44:00 GMT |
Hm. |
We’re all trapped. Unaware that we’re bleeding, the persistence of razor sharp memories keeps us from feeling the present. We’re all just short of fifty-two, missing the ace of spade...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 19:32:00 GMT |
Most recent writing. |
Those of us with nothing to live for will take our own lives. Will life ever be enough to live for? Is a beating heart ever the answer? We all want to speak and be heard. But maybe first we have to li...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 19:26:00 GMT |
101 uses for a cactus. |
Me and Kevin thought of 101 uses for a cactus.1. Scratching your back.2. Sombrero holder.3. Moustache comber.4. Hydration in the desert.5. Nightstand.6. Making Kevin seem smart.7. Towel rack.8. To cut...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 17:10:00 GMT |
I write poetry too. |
Here are some things I wrote.I'll post more as I write them I guess.Most of them aren't named.Oh well.Growing new organs takes a whileI had a funny feeling that would be the last time you walked out m...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 19:31:00 GMT |
