track marks and head starts |
cut me, can you feel it like a rush to the headfake a hold, take a breakspend some time in my bedtake a second, heaven beckonslike the preacher saidget a grip, what it's worthstill you wind up deadand...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 13:24:00 GMT |
cry for help |
hung over and out to dry withthe noose I tied myselfall cut and bandaged upand placed upon the shelfand can you see right through me?like a pane of glassand can you come right to me?I am fading fast.a...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 11:49:00 GMT |
As I See It, contd. |
4.
There is a time in my life, and I suppose everyone else’s as well, that stands out with a magnificent radiance of pure contentment. I imagine it is for me the equivalent of the psychadelic si...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 13:40:00 GMT |
The Wicked Never Know |
The distance I have traveled,
like the pages of a book.
A thousand fading memories,
from photographs you took.
A smokey sky within my eyes,
the fires that did burn.
Like ash to ash, dusk to dusk,
the ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 07:21:00 GMT |
Poetry |
A Better Way To Bleed
Is it love or is it lust?Is it fun or is it justa better way to bleed.Is it real and is it fair?Is it fake or really there?this better way to bleed.A cut above the rest, the wris...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 11:28:00 GMT |
As I See It, contd. |
3.
At one time, I believed in Heaven, Hell, God, and Christ. I also once believed that people were good inside, having been made in God's image. I convinced myself that I had to apologize to a dead ma...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 11:51:00 GMT |
As I See It, the rough drafts for my book. |
Preface:
The best years and the worst years fade away at the same speed. Time doesn't fly when you're having fun, time simply flies. When confronted with this problem, I always fail to find a sol...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 09:25:00 GMT |
Are You Okay, Sheila Kay? |
[this song is about my mother]
the needles much better than any old letter to help me forget her,
though I know I cant.
the noose's much neater, but slit wrists are cheaper, if you want the reape...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 04:37:00 GMT |
Heaven, Hell, and Time Spent Well |
Heaven, Hell, and Time Spent Well
I said to Heaven and I said to Hell
Join me, my friends, lets chat for a spell,
Don't dare call me on the lies that I tell,
But I refuse heaven, and I cannot wa...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 05:49:00 GMT |
An Off-the-Top-of-my-Head Poem About a Proverbial Lost and Found |
These feelings once lost, and these feelings I've found,I beg you pick up my heart off the cold, dirty ground.And those ashes to ashes and the dry dusky dust,Choke the air from my lungs like the thoug...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 07:32:00 GMT |
