I want to be a fireman when I grow up... |
With only the ghost of her memory hanging over his heart like an eclipse of his soul, he looked upon the house where they had fallen in love, and later fallen away. Why does it always start so beauti...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 00:38:00 GMT |
Ignorance |
What do I do with the fact that you can't love me. I scar easily, so it will be a long time until the snake fades from around my pinky fingerI wonder who Green has kissed the most? Maybe you. I know w...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 22:19:00 GMT |
Rain of Fire |
I see you in the stars, she wrotelips like razors, kiss my throatFalling, falling in your eyeswhile the hope inside me diesShe hands out trust issues like tissuesSo discontent, I wants and wish yousWh...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Dec 2008 23:59:00 GMT |
Victory? |
Sword in hand, the warrior surveyed all around him. He was beset on all sides. Her face guided his resolve like an arrow fresh struck from a mighty bow. He w...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 04:49:00 GMT |
Freedom |
What is freedom? Sometimes we aren't given all the options of what to do, but what we ARE given is the freedom to choose what we will do with whatever options we have. I wear my freedom ov...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 23:39:00 GMT |
A Look into a Man’s Role |
I walk a thin line where angels fear to treadIn shaking, calloused hands I take care of our deadTough it out, take the pain, and tell them they'll be fineIn your mistakes I'm to blame, it's not your f...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 21:46:00 GMT |
Human Clay |
How selfish I am to be a sculptor, fleshing out my fearssmoothing every blemish and crystallizing tearsPliable and strong, my hands, commanding you to liveA warm and willing building block with everyt...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 21:39:00 GMT |
Spontaneous Combustion |
Food sounds so disgusting right now. I have reaped the fruits of the seeds I have sown. My stomach is full on the regret of yesterday. Suck tomorrow from my bones. I shake and ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 20:52:00 GMT |
Why are you so predictable? |
He sat across the table from her and didn't have a thing to say.Words at that moment were as ackward as knives at a gun fight.He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable, bleeding from his heart."Nice ...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:59:00 GMT |
Trials and Tribulations, Rivals and Revelations |
I'm sorry that we fought todayI'm sorry that you bailedI'm sorry that I tested youI'm sorry that you failedSo run away my picklebreathand hold onto your youthwhere innocence is ignoranceand illusions ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 16:39:00 GMT |
