By Fire |
Through the heart of darkness,A flaming arrow pierces,The still beating mess,Of a million voices in unison.Clouds are shunned away,In favor of a beaming light,That illuminates the scene,Bringing the s... Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 18:36:00 GMT |
The Fruit |
The branch hangs heavy,Under the burden of the growing fruit.Ever so slowly it descends,inch by inch, day by day.Ever closer to out reached hands,Beggin for just one bite.Needing the sweet nectar.Nigh... Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 12:15:00 GMT |
1000+ Movies |
I'm gonna go through this list and watch as much as I can
I recommend for anyone else to do it
http://www.listology.com/content_show.cfm/content_id.20751 Posted by on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 15:41:00 GMT |
most thoughtful gift ever |
my birthday just passed and my girlfriend steph got me a video ipod which fucking rocks..but thats not the most thoughtful gift ever
this gift is one of the simplest things to make, but ive nev... Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 07:13:00 GMT |
Foundation |
Red sunshine streaks across a pale sky
Illumanating even the darkest corners
Peering in through open windows
Discovering the essence of life.
Two hands clenched together become one
Strengthin ... Posted by on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 10:56:00 GMT |
Longing Longevity |
The winding wind fails to waiver
The lone Amaranth lingering, longing for company
Despite the waiting, wishing, wondering
Hope fails to dissappear, fails to dissapate
In the wind flutters a fly... Posted by on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 07:46:00 GMT |
Streaming Pile of Thought |
There's just not enough hours on the clock
To say what I wanna say
But I'l grab your hand, take this walk
And force feed you my lives everyday
But it isn't a bad thing, wouldn't you know
That I'... Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 09:46:00 GMT |
work in progress..chcek it if you wanna |
All I ever want is one word, but,
You said it's too difficult, shut-up
Your lies are incoherent, what?
Do you think you can make it up to me? Fuck...
Clingy and emotional, strange and devotion... Posted by on Sun, 07 May 2006 12:05:00 GMT |
another poem |
What "It" Does to Steal
Napalm love isn't quite what it seems
Scorching skin to produce required results
Force feeding feelings forever embeded
Agent Orange chokes up guttural screams
Le... Posted by on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 11:46:00 GMT |
A Poem |
Work Composed in Confines of Man
The wind rushes through the trees
Echoing a faint, familar name.
I struggle to hear against
The roaring, rushing river of sound.
A light crests over a hi... Posted by on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 10:24:00 GMT |