nevermore |
from the beaten path of this lovecomes a forlorn truthof a desperate man's ramblingsripped away from his rootswho's lived life with eyes closedfor 5 long yearstoo afraid of himselfto accept his fearss...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Jul 2009 22:09:00 GMT |
A Travellers Welcome |
A traveller's welcome to the world.A landscape avast that shines like pearls. And it's as if I was born the day before.All these riches still remain unexplored. This world is yours for the taking. Jus...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 07:36:00 GMT |
The American Dream |
It's the simple things in life that get me.Burnt coffee and a cigarette, continuity.Driving down the highway in the first light of day,It's all I've ever known, a path that I cannot stray. I am bullet...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 05:59:00 GMT |
incomplete |
my frequent trips to the graveyard have taken me farther.farther from my birth place and closer to my death wish. it's not that i don't know where i'm at, it's the fact that they do. and the willow is...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 07:25:00 GMT |
unfinished business. |
asphalt tapestry slowly dissipates,kaleidoscope landscape, 3 dollar rebate.midnight wrist slight illuminates the alleyway,your blood drains the light from the dawning new day.a scarred pallet leaks oi...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 03:08:00 GMT |
dead on arrival |
an autumn breeze at summer's end,such is an honest kiss. but to this, the author must question,is ignorance truly bliss?when appearances are spoken with a forked tongue,comprehension comes once the be...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 23:28:00 GMT |
Anesidora |
2:58AMBegin the ocean tides in reverse.Pandora's Box is opened, share with me the curse.Beauty unrivaled, patterned in Athena. Oh my sweet, sweet, Anesidora. A golden light seeps from out your pores,k...
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 01:13:00 GMT |
december 25th, 2008 |
i’m gone. you can kill the alphabet, just leave me "PM". you’ve got your escape and i’ve got mine. shortly after i’ve collapsed into the mattress, as you proceed, asphyxiatio...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 04:33:00 GMT |
eden |
it's the sound of running water that will always bring serenity. i remember tramping through the newly budding thicket, hand in hand. the sickness that came from anticipation, and stumbling into what ...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 01:06:00 GMT |
how beautiful is a blank slate? |
how beautiful is a blank slate? i guess that depends on your outlook. we're all familiar with "beginning anew" and the like...but also consider "never begun". we've all been there before, staring at y...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 11:32:00 GMT |
