Time |
Your losing it all
to the clock on the wall
and you can't refrain.
It just keeps moving
and you keep on losing
every thought that's sane.
Looking at everyone else
cause you can't find yourself
...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 17:16:00 GMT |
The Weeping Poem |
The Weeping Poem
My thoughts scream suicide,
intensified by the tears I cry,
driven by a pain I can not bear,
covered with a label I cannot wear.
Please help me, hear me someone,
or stand and w...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 06:21:00 GMT |
Fuck |
Am I thinking straight&
just breathe&
don't contemplate.
Okay, I'm cool, I'm fine&
just move&
stop wasting time.
All right, I'm ready&
lets go&
hold it steady.
My God, I can't speak&
my tongue is dry&...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 20:16:00 GMT |
The Rain |
Rolling clouds are to blame for this mess,flooded streets and empty stress.Forgive me father, let me blessedand all those sins I will confess.Rolling clouds are a tide in the skythe rain, it comes to ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 06:00:00 GMT |
Confessions |
Confessions of a Broken Heart.
Some how I find reason to always obsess
over the things I could never begin to possess
because even if it drives me into perdition
to lose my entire self has been...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 16:19:00 GMT |
Digital Conversation |
I breathe on occasionwhen freeze frame memoriesfail to intoxicate areas of my thoughtwhere I'v manged to erase you.Erasing you is only for the situtationas to avoid eminent misseryunavoidable unless t...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 18:17:00 GMT |
Spontaneou Combustion |
I can not discern the deepest intricacies that make life so bleak and daunting. Truth be told on more than just occasion I imagine spontaneous combustion would be a most flattering escape fr...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 20:19:00 GMT |
To a Girl a Goodbye |
Id hate to wait
Im too sincere.
The words you state
are all to clear.
The leaves on trees
turn gold and crisp,
in wind theyll grieve
as I kiss youre lips.
I swear I care
about you say.
Im not just the...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 16:02:00 GMT |
In the Name of America |
Broken smatters of laughter ignite a lonely second story floor where a child plays with a discarded machine gun. Empty shells lie haphazardly in heaps surrounding the child like mounds of decrep...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 23:02:00 GMT |
The Herd |
I cant stand up straight
when the earth spins to slow.
I never attempt to anticipate
which way the herd will go.
Im tremendous and full
but you are stately and overwhelmed.
And depending on which way ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 22:57:00 GMT |
