love is war.. |
"I'm a man Trying to understand The reason I'm lost in this world Tonight I was blind I just couldn't see the signs Caught in your web of lies It's too dark to sleep Too late to pray Too ha...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:42:00 GMT |
M. Kawalek |
..Nothing matters anymoreI've turned away and locked the doorI've turned the key and closed my eyesLet spill the tears and stop the liesI want no more to do with this placeI want to leave without a tr...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 15:48:00 GMT |
E.Dickinson |
..>Time and Eternity...... . .ON such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair, So quiet, oh, how quiet! &nb...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 06:15:00 GMT |
E.Allen Poe.. |
The RavenEdgar Allen Poe Once upon a midnight dreadry, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came ...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 00:52:00 GMT |
Blind.. |
BlindFeel i didHead on i wentNot looking back or where to goGroping in the darkYour hands in mineI tripped..Can't see youLeft in the darkAll alone i wentFinding my way into the light..
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 05:14:00 GMT |
trembling thoughts.. |
" Window panes come crashing downAmidst the tears and painVanishing hopes are gone and flew awayUp above through twilightShadows cast across the floorReflections of the pastTrembling thoughts of ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 23:33:00 GMT |
little child.. |
"Little child:they think all you have is your innocencewell they are wrongyour innocence is nothing but their guiltold and miserablethey stinkwith fake smiles and fake everything..little child:they th...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 10:19:00 GMT |
daddy..by S.Plath |
"You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 01:09:00 GMT |
You know that i'm no good |
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt You say why did you do it with him today? And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray Cause you're my fella, my guy Han...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 23:45:00 GMT |
S.PLATH |
The Sunday lamb cracks in its fat.The fatSacrifices its opacity. . . .A window, holy gold.The fire makes it precious,The same fireMelting the tallow heretics,Ousting the Jews.Their thick palls floatOv...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 23:38:00 GMT |
