The death of a star, figurative and literal |
Through war of the mind and bodythe boy was taught true doubtHe appointed himself a prophet of sortsand told of his own life being lost.He was caught up in a flurry of mothsand as beautiful as some mo...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 12:41:00 GMT |
It reminds me of a former communist nation |
If I could find a living in a cardboard boxId take one down to the park right nowbecause there's too much roomfor doubt in this houseand in a box no, light to be shedand when it's time, you can just b...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 20:14:00 GMT |
if only |
Consequently, you chose the wrong night to fall back in loveYou needed your rest, but found comfort in her voice, not your bedYou corrected that choice you made years ago, but only in your headThat ne...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 20:47:00 GMT |
This could be better, and so could everything else |
I tried to put it all downin a poemor a block of prose.I tried to draw it outas a muralof a wilting rose.I tried to sing it allas a songabout a candle in a barren roomI tried to use it as creative foo...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 21:21:00 GMT |
I’ve got a grip on a lot of nothing |
Call me a tree in the wrong place at the wrong time'cause Im getting cut down just for being there.What's sad isI caught the end of what seemed to be a sunriseright before I lost my way.Turns out it w...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 00:42:00 GMT |
angst is cosmetic |
I am not one to commonly call sappybut in some caseslike the current appointmentmy nature could be traced to a maple's innards.Inwardly doubting the best things to comelike a hand held openbut holding...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 13:04:00 GMT |
Cocoons should lie untouched |
If I were to break the iceI'd have a globe to warmit's too thick to chipbut in my mindtoo thin to walkFor all I knowIt's too unstableto sit around and talk about.Or maybe I've just forgotenthat it isn...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 23:17:00 GMT |
Guess Who |
Colder than the airThat flooded my breathing passagesWas her hand on my backShaking me into consciousness The words came like fresh snowSoft and glorifiedYet full of imminenceFull of pain ...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 19:14:00 GMT |
Southern Confirmation |
I'm breaking the vasethat containedthe once budding remainsof teenage chivalryIm saying "cut" to the scenewhere I've been playing the leadbecause really and trulyit's all just an actPlay it safethe ga...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 11:37:00 GMT |
It all adds up (I will be adding to this one for a while I think) |
This is to 3:00 sun in your eyes
This is to the sparkle in them that just died
This is to you being a hammer
This is to me running out of nails
This is to waking up
With hands and feet covered in bloo...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 09:36:00 GMT |
