life |
We are at a stand still in this road we call our life.
How are we to finish this road when we dont know which way to turn.
I want to be with you in too many ways that I cant put on paper
help me to u...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 16:33:00 GMT |
what are our nightmares |
What are our nightmares but deepness within our souls
when we wake in a cold sweat breathing hard an deep
panic surounding us only to find ourselves still in our beds
the meaning they h...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 08:56:00 GMT |
lovers are ture heartbreak |
this drakness inside is coming out ,
to the surface all to quick.
The lover slowly becoming a nightmare
with each passing day.
But still i crave his touch.
It's like a raging fire beneath my ski...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 10:44:00 GMT |
Lovers |
Why has he gotten to me so ,
It's like an addiction I can't kick
just his touch sets me afire
and all the world around us goes away ,
But i have to let go ,befor it
all takes my life .
this sin i c...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 05:01:00 GMT |
endings |
Tatter Remains
This dress in the closet is old an faded .
Tattered remains of a time come and gone .
The once white lace faded and yellow now.
The ribbons frayed on ends.
The tattered remains ...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 18:18:00 GMT |
thoughts and feelings |
Fallen Hard
I have fallen hard ,
And put my heart on the line
Each time we kiss,it's like lighting a flame .
And now I can't put it out ,
This fire getting hotter with each minute going by .
Wh...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 06:42:00 GMT |
life and love |
I'm addicted
I am addicted to him just like a drug
Everytime that we are together its like lighting a flame
I know its wrong and so dose he
the danger of it all just makes me want him that much mo...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 08:36:00 GMT |
misery |
With each thought I have of You
Do you feel me when I think of you
With each moment in the day
I think of you at some point and time.
But do you think of me .
or am i just a notch in your belt
a c...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 13:25:00 GMT |
this is my poetry please do not present as yours to others |
Ruins
Here stand ruins.Long ago have they been forgotten
Here there used to be life . Lace curtains on the
windows blowing in ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 13:44:00 GMT |
