Free (Style) *as seen on Facebook* |
Look look look what became of us. Nameless at first but now we're famous. Always changing our minds and Facebook status. Secretly our good friends are ones who hate us, that's why we are constantl...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 12:59:00 GMT |
What Have I Done? |
I twist and turn in my sheets of poetry.I'm all alone so there's more for me.I don't understand the signseven though they drift in my mind.My time has come.The time has come.I start at one and count t...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 03:44:00 GMT |
My Pen Talking |
Inspiration comes standard,depending on how the manufactures brand it.I'm the boy known as the sand kid,with dirty secrets, too dirty so let's just can it.Can it be,a style of poetrywhen I talk to tre...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 14:43:00 GMT |
One Too Many (The Thoughts Of Her) |
Glasses raised as the happy hour is reduced to minutes.Diminshed, I drink to finishthe thought of past lies and stolen women.But amongst all the secrecy stood a strong figure beside me.She returns to ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 03:47:00 GMT |
Beauty |
I found beauty.Silent as untouched piano keysbut possessing an amazing texturewhen touched in the right places.I found beauty.Silly like new kittensin energetic balls of fun,unraveling the quilt of cu...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 17:14:00 GMT |
Lost Soul |
As the silent darkness crawls over a body beaten by unmerciful pain, a weak, slow heartbeat is heard in the dirty empty room. The pieces of light which snuck feebly through the broken dirty window gli...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 23:40:00 GMT |
Hello, can you hear me now? |
It all seems dream-like;fat bottom girls riding cream bikesmade for two.I thought the poem reffered to me and you.I suppose we had a lifewell spent, doing more wrongthan right.When I said 'Goodbye',I ...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 01:10:00 GMT |
From Weak to Week |
Another long week,another bruise on the cheek.He speaks of defeatwhile she goes to sleep.Some say Mondays are bad dayswhile listening to what sad songs play.I prefere Wednesday afternoonswhen I sip te...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 06:25:00 GMT |
Us |
'Let there be light' the first wordsthat came before the first curse.We adorn the clothed passionwithout the light, camera and actionbecause life is spontaneous.Dreaming of love is justnot us anymore....
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 00:49:00 GMT |
She and Her |
I gaze through half drunk glasseswhile time passes with thebreaths of silly womenand friends. I pretendto befriend the strands of blonde dreams,but they escape my grasp like Craven -A- smoke.Mornings ...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 00:44:00 GMT |
