Braille |
You lie awake in winters wakewith fairy tales that trail,Across your slit of eyeball cryptand all you feel is braille.Yet you run around aimlesslycontradicting your words,Point the finger, it's easy t... Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 22:54:00 GMT |
Ssel kcerw & sseleraC |
Careless and Wreck lessYou make your words.Though they go about unsaid, I hear them.See them.Sleep them. You hurt, I heal. I hurt, you smile, those eyes, I mend. Myself, I fear. My others. What's this... Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 22:18:00 GMT |
Forever in my heart, r.i.p. Bear. |
On an occasion like this, so solemn and so gloom, The rain whispered doubts and encouraged the untrue.So broken, the sun hid behind the grey musky clouds,Not wanting to share the horrid news yet out l... Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 20:19:00 GMT |
Ugly words come from Ugly minds. |
All the pretty crystals and I can't seem to reach far enough.The limbs in my arms are pulsating, not grasping, not sensing, not feeling; internally numb.Where am I, again? Not where, but who.I ask the... Posted by on Sat, 22 Nov 2008 09:51:00 GMT |
The Revolving Door |
It's calm down here.
Down here under these big waves
They take me further and broader than any other movement
You've ever breathed my way.
The course; shallow, deep, conceited and understanding
And n... Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 04:08:00 GMT |
My Cup of Tea |
I woke up, had a cup of coffee, watched the news, and left for work.
I woke up, showered, daily coffee, news, and work.
I woke up, brushed my teeth, drank some coffee, and got into a fight with my bos... Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 00:50:00 GMT |
scientific shit |
so what if i go so deep into thought that im smart and id know like whats it all smart and shit. its so intellectual and its so smart and shit that its fantasylike. like olden amy sol artwork. fuck im... Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 22:09:00 GMT |
Enraged Reasonings |
Why we bicker is to why we fight
It’s reasoned with why we’re faced down tonight.
Why we’re enraged on this burnt page
Is the reason why you hold her so close to the flame.
I... Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 21:56:00 GMT |
Across My Forehead |
Across my forehead, there’s a soft brown field
Where imagination and wonders are used as shields
To hide these worries that I binge to be true
The thoughts of me being nowhere better than you
&n... Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 01:24:00 GMT |
Blessed Be Your Name |
Blessed be your name when I place it on your grave
When I turn around to say
Never more will you remain
And holy be these thoughts when your soul decays and rots
When I turn around to pay
My l... Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 08:20:00 GMT |