YOUR OWN FUNERAL |
My pen hits the paper
like a razon blade ripping
through your viens.
Blackness appears and everything seems fine,
slipping in and out of reality
having no clue of the date or time.
The rain kee...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 16:55:00 GMT |
blood and tears |
Always be there
body that never changes
whole but not the same
lonley in this world of blame
where everybody knows your name
oh
ive waited for this time to pass
sitting like a loaded gun
Alw...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 14:16:00 GMT |
wearing a veil of sadness |
slowly my heart bleeds
with anger and strain
i glide the dagger back out of my heart
full of
love and hate wishing that these emotions
will only go away
warmth surrounds my thoughts
bl...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 19:09:00 GMT |
untill its to late! |
sick in sadness
so please take
my madeness
slowly going
crazy
with words that were not spoken
with hearts that were not broken
flowing freely are the emotions
that are kept in this hearty vault ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Apr 2006 12:58:00 GMT |
why cant you understand |
why cant you understand
this small town life haunts me
its like ive been deleted from this human race
why cant you understand
whats going on in my life
and why wont you die
and leave me alone in my ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 10:53:00 GMT |
The Human Race |
Waves Crash on the waterfront shore
little and weak
dustructive, but ever so calm
going Up or Down
lost in a reality
where 3rd world hunger
thrives and more people
die off as we throw out our soul...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Apr 2006 11:38:00 GMT |
I killed jesus! |
walk down the town
what can you see?
nothing but crosses and
weired looking people
shouting about something that
is blind.
no one can see
its hard to look away
like somebody being beat....
Posted by on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 17:57:00 GMT |
days have gone and past. |
mornings
evenings
days that have gone and past
secrets that should have lasted.
poems
pictures
letters never mailed
memories come and go
when they should be real slow.
moments
hours
that slip right...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 11:58:00 GMT |
freedom |
kick you in the face
boot you in the ribs
sacrifice your life
just to see me live
days have come and past
just like the northern wind blows
never again to feel the sun shining
on my bloody limbs...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 19:23:00 GMT |
policy |
Washed-out
look at the clock
and i know
that i am not going to make it
I get home and
its always dark
out in the open
out where i can see the sky
free in the silence, i can be heard
i can hear my th...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Mar 2006 16:53:00 GMT |
