Erosion |
Crashing upon the shore,are the waves of time.Showing the beauty within the sand as the water washes granules away,into a sea that will never return what it takes. A painful separation from one glimps...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 21:37:00 GMT |
Nameless Countenance |
Hidden in the corners where people overlook,a face peers into others while they remain unaware.The onyx figure's gravitational pull,is felt by no one except himself. Deaf to your words,and blind to yo...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 18:16:00 GMT |
Sever |
A memory passing by,only for a moment.To help me sink lower,into obscure waters. I no longer wish to find myself,for this cold calm lake numbs me from ever wanting more.I choose to give in...to a surr...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 19:13:00 GMT |
That Which Is Not Mine |
Breathe upon me a breath that I will never feel again...to leave me desiring more than which I will ever possess.Attempts to restrain have proven useless...on a fallen being swallowed by his own hand....
Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 19:50:00 GMT |
Caught In the Rain |
I want to fly, but my wings have grown too tired.I want to believe, but I am afraid.I want to bury my demons, but their voices still ring in my ears.I want to be proud, but I am too ashamed.I want to ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 23:00:00 GMT |
Refuge |
So beautiful while vulnerable, but fearful to allow the light to shine in. Such a torrent blown from winds in all directions...There lies something in nothing,and I desire to discover it. Believing se...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 19:23:00 GMT |
Shattering |
I want to run,farther than I have ever ran before.Farther from a self,that keeps chasing me time & time again. My feet carry me onward,faster & faster I go.As days turn into nights,& youth slowly give...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 02:43:00 GMT |
Farbrausch - FR-055: 828 |
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 02:49:00 GMT |
Linger |
There is a small void growing in your eyes,hypnotizing me with its vacuuous stare.A lingering rejection spirals in them,that refuses to fade. Nowhere to belong,nothing to attach to.Just a spark of hop...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 19:38:00 GMT |
The Masters Labyrinth |
A shadow wilts in its form,tired of waiting for anything to give it sweet life.The walls have become red with blood,from fingers that have been cut looking for an exit. The sound of metal scraping cem...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 00:28:00 GMT |
