Glance |
I saw myself yesterday,back in your books,The ones you thought I never readOr left, so completely, as if for dead.Sometimes I shine lightIn ways I shouldn't anymore;To be mystified by sights unseenis ...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 21:02:00 GMT |
Said Inertia |
I sawthe Octagon footprints,Trampled deep in unfamiliar snow.Said sheTo me:Life is nowexactly how its seems.We still believeThe universe does redeemThose who justify its sanctity.The light shined,An e...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 22:13:00 GMT |
Just call |
Don't think about it, just call (again)
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 18:53:00 GMT |
Monkey Wrenched |
(You) Picked my bones dry,
Now I give something back to you,
Turn around,
You'll see it.
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 23:12:00 GMT |
Sour Apples Dark Roses and Lighted Pictures |
Far away I float, for today’s sun is gone.
The mist of the night sings songs of dreams and fables,
And little boys lay in their beds, knowing all that I know,
But are able to cope with thes...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 20:35:00 GMT |
I change to feel this, Girl |
It's days like this when I know you think of me just as much as I think of you.
Lips taste the same, as I breath into the space between me and you,
and what's forgotten is nothing but apprehensive car...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 10:06:00 GMT |
From cold stone to fruited plains |
Horizons surrounded by doubt only occur at this time of night. All my friends are gone, and pale is the face left staring blankly into the nothingness that it created. Whether true or not, grim occura...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 20:45:00 GMT |
Poison? |
There is a poison inside of me. It keeps me up at night, and brings me down by day. Sometimes I am unaware of its presence. It rears an ugly head, symbolic of all I've created and destroyed. A divine ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 11:47:00 GMT |
Part 1 and Part 2 |
Part 1
When I looked down, there was blood on my hand. It was on my pants too. I am a chemical being with no significance in the world. Taste and touch are both bitter beings, prevailent but meaningle...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 19:42:00 GMT |
Quite Contrary |
Woke up in the sand,
Staring at your bed,
Dazed by the moonlight,
Looming overhead.
Shed some tears of joy,
And watched your little boy,
Playing in the sand,
Mesmorized at who I am.
So i s...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 21:37:00 GMT |
