Ghore. |
dead flowers rustle in my hairold bridesmaids crinkling up their prayerscorrosion cutting at bouquets asevening wraps around the wrista corsage fit for bonethese days they grow like gardensthe weeds t...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 22:28:00 GMT |
My Story Pt 1 |
I am tired of going from day to day to day to day to month. Everythingisareallylongwordwithnomeaning. I just feel like making something different, and now I am stuck in a time warp of no more drugs an...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Nov 2008 19:25:00 GMT |
Trick or Treat... |
I am a mash of monster and sweet peas. I eat military men and then make purses out of grenades. I love to eat motorcycles. I love to walk in circles until i contract syphilis in the park on a monday a...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 21:10:00 GMT |
Fucking Future. |
Tonight will begin the detox of my life.First, I will not force anything upon myself.This will be the hardest to follow.2. No drugs.3. No television.4. Exercise.5. Vitamins.6. Play music.7. Write!8. ...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 19:42:00 GMT |
CRITIQUE This. I mean, why not? |
The Original =Wood Panelled Walls.There is a room where bodies grow,Where wooden trunks are carved inchairs and holes are poked in soft brown necksfor us to fill with our own owls, our demons ofdiscov...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 16:11:00 GMT |
Instincts. |
Instincts.I hide under a flaming hood, a smoking Motor beneath rotting wood, a magician Turning men into cement and sliding Bugs into your flowered bed whereDaffodils lie under your skin and I kill ti...
Posted by on Sat, 12 May 2007 20:54:00 GMT |
Dropping Out. |
Who the fuck am I? And, I must admit the question who the fuck do all of you think you are holds more weight in my mind. I have spent too much time trying to define myself based on other persons. I ha...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 11:45:00 GMT |
Untitled. |
I wonder if someday soon I will learn to love, to no longer see a vacant globe but a blushing world. I can no longer connect with people. Relationships have dissolved. I travel through the days p...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 21:20:00 GMT |
For Someone. |
I haven't seen or heard from you in SO LONG.And to be honest, as I think of what your going through, my eyes swell.You will know if this is you, but I don't think you can read it.I can't imagine how y...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 08:18:00 GMT |
Airing Dirty Laundry |
Grotesque Words of the Cold-Hearted.You do not know about the sign in my front yard,or that the realtor shows her teeth while photographing my childhood hell.You do not know the way that my mother fil...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 19:24:00 GMT |
