intoxication |
the night brings much intimacy automaticallydon't you wonder what they have to hide?there are only intimate moments during the day when a certain relationship has already been establishedit's all part...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 04:11:00 GMT |
You and Me |
'ANY NEWS ON THE MISSING PERSON?'I asked casually...Your majesty replied that infact no one was missing'WELL THAT MAKES NO SENSEABSOLUTELY NO SENSE AT ALL'I screamed, appauledYour majesty looked aroun...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 03:57:00 GMT |
lessons in the castle for two |
you're a sick versionis this what God intendedby instilling creativity?your imagery, i mean what I seeis no picture perfect type of fantasy.oh please.steadily digressing, slowly undressingyou thi...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 01:00:00 GMT |
enjoying the rain |
they say its magic, they say black magicbut i bet you're sick of these tricksno?that's because you're working the same magic!i won't pretend to care but i won't pretend not to notice because i doit's ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 02:24:00 GMT |
no masterpiece, not very original, simply expressing meself |
i have a few different views on this whole reality t.v. craze. for one,you could think that for once we are interested in real and notfabricated stories. are we finally getting an idea of what's going...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 20:32:00 GMT |
work in progress. |
"the story draws to a close just the same as it begins. and with the blink of an eye, all is lost. crawl to me, dear child, on your knees, as those did before you - beg and plead. a never-ending knowl...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 02:58:00 GMT |
the precipice |
when all seems copacetic, a spirit shifts your weight on the world and laughs uproariously. crystal shatters around you and then glistens from the spots in your skin where it's burrowed itself in. th...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 21:45:00 GMT |
the possibility of the philosophical demise of the nonviolent man |
life is trailing at your finger tips...or rather, at theirs. you take your hands and drag them down the mirror, wiping the condensation away to look at your tired, yet cleansed expression. nothing see...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 21:46:00 GMT |
histories, his stories |
some people prefer to smoke aloneand they stand just a few steps out of the rain wishingsomehow that their cigarette's flame could withstand the waterfalling from the sky.maybe one day...but definitel...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 03:25:00 GMT |
An emotional election |
Lights on the horizon,An image of perfect symmetry,Is that what dreams are made of?The fog dangling overhead;No escape, this time, this day.Song, after song, after songAnd still they all remind youOf ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 03:16:00 GMT |
