poem about my uncle kev |
I long to see your face once morehear you voice talk to me in my dreamsto awake and realize you in heaven looking down at mehopefully with a smileI listen to your song over and over againI toasted you... Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 05:33:00 GMT |
todays problem |
For you it seems easyto point the finger at mebut just remember there is always three pointing back at youyou try and tear me down to admithow can you know something when your just not meyou try your ... Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 03:33:00 GMT |
The whisky cuts |
The whisky cuts my throat like a knifelights a fire deep insidekeeps me warm and alivemy blood pumped and my heart beatenmy thirst still hungry for morenever satisfiedmy mind does often take the drink... Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 18:32:00 GMT |
The bottom of a bottle |
I long to see the sunshine at nightand the stars in the morninghaving tea for breakfast and nothing in between
Drinking coffee with my demons
smoking with my soul a true flip sided card of good and ... Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 18:32:00 GMT |
the grave has a name |
The addict addiction growsmy strength withersthe addiction grows taller and strongerthe fumes of smokethe taste of drinkmy lungs black, my liver strugglesstruggles like my heart at timestimes like the... Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 18:30:00 GMT |
strings attached |
With strings attachedyou made my heart your puppeta never ending show of pain and heartache
But these torturers strings I do detachno more will I perform your twisted showno longer will my heart suffe... Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 03:49:00 GMT |
If a rose blooms |
If a rose blooms and no ones there to see the blooming of that roseis it still an everyday rose?And is it still blooming or is it more?Yes that rose will live forever, living forever but whishing to d... Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 02:42:00 GMT |
madness |
To define madness they must have experienced it for themselvesso there fore there is no real definition of madnesswould you believe the words of a man who try's to define and not have experienced it f... Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 02:41:00 GMT |
Tales of sorrow |
Tales of sorrowtales of sintoo many love stories where do I begindrinking to hide my tearsI wish I could fins a way not to feel these fearsliving is so hard these daysdeath seems so easy, life has its... Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 02:40:00 GMT |
blooms in the desert |
If a rose blooms red in the desert can love save a black heart?To have a back heart you have your desertto have love you have your roseand your heart must learn to care so let your heart bloom into th... Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 02:40:00 GMT |