ANGELDUST |
pencil dust piles up as you walk away from meand i want to call out, to beg you to stay with meand you mightif i could think of something clever to say, but seethe words won't come out getting caught ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 11:32:00 GMT |
wine soaked bells toll |
lonely bonesbreak as the bell tollshold the cold when the wind blowsapply the blindfold tight soyou can't peer through the windowsread what the soul wrotebleeding through the third coatpleading to the...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 08:00:00 GMT |
white space |
hate when i have nothing to saylike i'm tyring to run but can't control my legslike a dry heave in the brainthe words won't leavewont begin to arrangeand how much more derranged we'd be without poetry...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 23:29:00 GMT |
shmishmorting jinality |
chasing sleepfacing defeat in a pursuit to dilute thought to nothingnesssomething missedsomething's missingsomebody stole something from mefront me a buck, could you?or maybe fifteen?i need to slow th...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 12:05:00 GMT |
