City Sleep |
City Sleep
Where I rest my broken mind
Lost pieces to a puzzle
That I just cant seem to find
And all this War
And all this Hate
Politicians and the lies they debate
Well it drives me mad
Keeps me up ...
Posted by ***Skole*** on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 02:35:00 PST |
POETRY IS DEAD |
Shes got diamond eyes, I can see her shine from miles away.
Being a dreamer there was something I had to say...
"Well hello dear angel playing kiss me with my mind.
Pick me up, forget me...
Posted by ***Skole*** on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 10:05:00 PST |
Will YOU stand up when told to sit down? |
Will you smile when all you get is frowns?My point is dont worry dont stress just live it and live it for what it is. Life dosn't have to be a tv advertisement or fashion trend all it needs to be is h...
Posted by ***Skole*** on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 09:20:00 PST |
Songs for the Doomed |
I felt like doing something with this picture because I liked the endless storys you could come up with for the man standing there at that moment in time. I thought the picture had a du...
Posted by ***Skole*** on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 09:32:00 PST |
California Girl |
California girl shes got soul shes got spirit people try to bring her down but she dosen't hear it. Hair like a paint brush she so full of art warm like the sun she gets it from her heart You can some...
Posted by ***Skole*** on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 10:42:00 PST |
Better Days |
I think the worlds going crazy,
and Im going with it.
Act accordingly or just forget it.
It doesn't take a diamond to shine
but you get yours baby, and I'll get mine.
Look towards the future, never fo...
Posted by ***Skole*** on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 11:03:00 PST |
Definition of the Lost Poet |
He cant see down the road. And all he wants to know is whats next. His time here is so far pointless. And those wings cant carry him any further right now. So its time to walk cause running always get...
Posted by ***Skole*** on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 02:03:00 PST |
An Empty Bottle |
The empty room was full of empty bottles,
and empty faces faded off into the night.
Alone sat the sleepless writer,
with a blank piece of paper and a pen out of ink.
He traded in his last breath for t...
Posted by ***Skole*** on Tue, 30 May 2006 01:30:00 PST |
Bright Black Ink... |
You can sometimes catch this angel
flying high on some recent triumph of happiness.
But you believe angels can't exist
So shoot him out of the sky.
Sorry Jack, your a fool to even try.
And I see the d...
Posted by ***Skole*** on Thu, 16 Mar 2006 12:00:00 PST |
Rain on my Mind... |
Walking on stars I learn to forget the day. It rains a lot here. You can see all the people scramble around in a panic not to get wet. They wouldnt want people to think they got dirt on 'em ...
Posted by ***Skole*** on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 01:54:00 PST |
