dreaming in glass |
If tears were supple razors, falling in eloquence from eye to cheek, If tears could truely show my pain, then let them pierce me. If eyes were pieces of glass Stained and painted with emotions, If eye...
Posted by [[dé·jà vu]] on Tue, 08 May 2007 08:19:00 PST |
Struggle and Butterflies |
Life is pain, And you're suffering. All 'round me, Your heaven's falling. You scream, As you fight through the nightmares. You bleed, As an answer to your prayers. I see you, Crouched in a corner. You...
Posted by [[dé·jà vu]] on Wed, 02 May 2007 03:05:00 PST |
Stolen Wings[borrowed love] |
. the sun is setting . the cold is coming in the dew of tomorrow has begun to wet the earths lips leaving her sleeping and awaiting the trials of a new day a rose on a stone wilts petals falling lusci...
Posted by [[dé·jà vu]] on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 02:25:00 PST |
dying clock paradox |
Living this life in sweet duress floating in the cesspool of human condition standing on the nuclear outskirts of my cracked realities relentless pressure to confess for these sins that are my own in ...
Posted by [[dé·jà vu]] on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 04:49:00 PST |
wishing i was beautiful... |
nothing has ever been so empty as me so far from the Truth my mind takes me i try to grab on to reality as tears run down my face i pray one last time wishing that i was beautiful forsaken by everyone...
Posted by [[dé·jà vu]] on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 04:35:00 PST |
break me down.. |
nothing i feel except the numbness as it creeps in as it makes me cold until the sadness breaks and i fall torn apart from my reality i beg for Your mercy i beg for a reason to live as a tear falls do...
Posted by [[dé·jà vu]] on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 04:31:00 PST |
here i am and you still speechless |
Your beauty steals the attention of my eyes And as you sleep I whisper... I love you. I hope you feel this to. And if you do, Raise your voice And destroy my ear drums, Because it's the last thing I w...
Posted by [[dé·jà vu]] on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 04:25:00 PST |
the day before goodbye |
It's the day before goodbye again and I'm leaving me behind, sketching cobwebs across the midnight canvas in the hopes of catching dawn before it breaks and making tomorrow disappear, because I unders...
Posted by [[dé·jà vu]] on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 04:07:00 PST |
A poem from Bri Bri. |
sometimes it's too much [feeling like we don't belong] every time is like the first [when it's really just the last] You think I forget you when I close my eyes, and feel the dark, but it's only imagi...
Posted by [[dé·jà vu]] on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 03:39:00 PST |
Broken Sunrise (ive lost the dawn) |
I've got demons the size of lullabyes shoved between the dust dragons in my pockets and lined with jagged heartaches, whispering long-lost melodies of love because they've never known the stars to shi...
Posted by [[dé·jà vu]] on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 04:06:00 PST |
