untitled |
Of that which I am now composed,I cannot tell the difference,from the ground beneath my feet.Around me all is indisposed,the ground will hold to silence,that silent sound so sweet.Silence has a stolen...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 14:42:00 GMT |
the beast |
wind up your clocksas you wait for your dying daywind up your clocksin the ground as you lying layclutch onto the rocksthey'll say what they seeing saythe lipless still talklate at night as you crying...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 10:30:00 GMT |
heart-felt optimism |
I gave it all, right from off my chest,so waste no time, while you're looking through the restso sorry love, my story's not the bestoh if I could, I'd be your north, south, east, and westI could not f...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 13:39:00 GMT |
The Daughter of a Statue |
circled trees stood in a standround a daughter standing stilla mirror held within her handscrafted shiny out of sandsgrasping tight, many a manhear her weeping for the landa home she made within her e...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 13:14:00 GMT |
Anima Alliteration |
love is the rustling through the leavesbeauty is a way that you breathewill is that string left to weaveand fear is a way that you freezesilence will fit like a sleevethe blessed gives up the fight to...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 13:13:00 GMT |
The Same |
I'll rove upon the empty plain,now none are left to harvest grain,and none are left to sing refrains.Oh yes I'll miss this human stain.This human race of endless claims,these caged conditions, never t...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 13:09:00 GMT |
