Twilight Messengers |
So it's the same old story - at least for meBut the messenger has long lost wind of the wordsIt's hard to say impossible, but that's the realityAm I falling in two?For an ideal, the things you can nev...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 08:44:00 GMT |
Happy Birthday |
As if this wasn't enough, linked through a memoryJust 3 months apart over 3 yearsBut we never saw it coming, blinded through silhouette of our naivitySo on this 3rd day of the new year, I swear I will...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 08:12:00 GMT |
I Was Once A Romantic |
We once prayed to be the chorusWhen the revolutions of our endless daysDared to break a million moulds of countless storiesIsn't this just the way, isn't it so contrived?Once again I'm dreaming of a d...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Dec 2008 18:57:00 GMT |
A Pre-emptive Apology |
Once again things are a bit much so I'm going to be taking some time away from everything so, I'm just apologising to anyone if they try to get in touch and I don't reply or if you see/speak to me and...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 23:38:00 GMT |
What a Strange Day to Have a New Year. |
We're wasting time on nothing trivialBut the cold is drawing closer as the rain seeps in through our windowsStill we pray for good fortune and hang our decorations,Meticulously but with no intent or w...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 10:36:00 GMT |
Dead Roses |
Sometimes to rekindle hopeOne person has to take a chanceBut what if no one was willing to take that chance?The truths speak for themselvesSlowly and forever the years start to wilt.
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 05:14:00 GMT |
Renditioning Opposites |
Do you remember the winding of wordsWhen entailed with a pigmentation of sentimentAnd inbetween the foundation where the mist of liquidChemicals merge through a contemplation of lightBut this is only ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 08:34:00 GMT |
Pyrite |
I'll take the hours of our dayAnd translate them into continuityThe thoughts are savoured as if they were fools goldThe truth is as stable as the rhythm of your wordWhere you speak, I whisper and then...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 11:34:00 GMT |
The Curator |
When it's time to let goIt feels as though the eyes of the world focusMy heart slows as I begin to condemn her convictionShe never asked me to waitIt's too late, it's too late to take it all backShe s...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 05:04:00 GMT |
Something New |
We find the truth is technicolorIt's not so obvious what they're thinkingAnd when the dark is illuminated with the scentOf a million window lights, why is it that we stop?Against the pressure of a mil...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 01:28:00 GMT |
