leaving filthy |
it isn't that much to ask,if you're asking me.too much could never be enough.the wrists of wild animals were clearly cut.all the evidence suggests suicide,absent was the will to survive.endurance was ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Dec 2009 18:43:00 GMT |
head heavy |
Feathered flights of formal fancy.A bottle washed up on the shore with a message inside.A dream of dreamers drawing straws and conclusions.With rugged precisionand a meaningful demeanor,the conversati...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:55:00 GMT |
bottomless pit of my stomach |
The rumors are true blue.There's a desert hiding inside of you.Wind whistles to the tune of disillusion.You've been making friends with the bottom,while you, yourself,have become bottomless.Patterns r...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Nov 2009 21:10:00 GMT |
dismal, i suppose |
Your face is bursting with riotand noise.Drowning in an ocean of faces.There was never a letter to send.Post script.Friendly eyes adorn a gnarled and misleading face.I am the owner of a wonderful prop...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Nov 2009 04:59:00 GMT |
regal loyalties |
Born into the stranglehold.White picket smiles.Eyes like moons.You've been painting your faceinto ones more fitting.Appropriate.So much so that you've lost yourself among them.When you're alone,you do...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Nov 2009 02:18:00 GMT |
slipstreaming |
you've been sitting there for so long that vines have begun to wrap their way around your legs. vilified, the world shoves matter down your throat. into your head. civil privileges have replaced the r...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:36:00 GMT |
replaced chapters |
If you give me the slip,I'll take it.Anxious frost kisses on the lips.Temporarily temporal tongues lick at thesurging lust beaming electric from the loins of ghosts.What was written was erased,deleted...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:57:00 GMT |
words cannot |
Fog pushes it's way in the front door.The floodgates are dreaming of drought.Walls rasp and cough in a fit of sickness,a voice holding words ransom,holding a lisp to their throats.Drifting and giving ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:55:00 GMT |
docile/volatile |
There are swarms of locusts swirling in my head.I've got to keep my mouth shut,or they'll escape.The caves of my eye sockets swell with noise.Foreshadow stretches long in light of the setting sun.Tall...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Nov 2009 21:29:00 GMT |
Sounds of Sabotage |
Your lips can't keep up with the words that are spilling an avalanche from your throat.A vomit so articulate.A neglected firehose whipping around like a snake on amphetamines,tethered,by the tail,to y...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:25:00 GMT |
