here's some good poetry |
Born children of the Golden Age
Speaking first the innocent words of men
We have lived through life in many forms
We have been man, beast, sea and sky
We have died and been reborn
More often than...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Sep 2004 17:27:00 GMT |
Confused |
Sitting at my desk,
Looking at the monitor,
Wondering if there's any messages from you.
Of course not.
There never is anymore
You never talk to me
You barely look at me downtown.
Is it somethi...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Aug 2004 17:25:00 GMT |
Addicted |
The very air you breath surrounds me
Your presence has bound me
Your face, forever haunting my mind
Your heart, so broken, seemingly unable to mend
The words you write, brings tears to the eyes
O...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Aug 2004 12:31:00 GMT |
His Pain |
His pain tears my heart in two
It's an open wound
Dripping with years of memories
Long past, but not forgotten
I hear his cries and try to cry back
But no one seems to hear
I hear his crys and ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Aug 2004 08:25:00 GMT |
Car Accident |
Hey ppl. Last Friday, I went downtown for maybe five, ten minutes. With my friends Sara and Kristi. We were going to the mall and Kristi is singing to this guy out her window and the guy in front of u...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Aug 2004 01:10:00 GMT |
Stolen Emotion |
stolen emotion
what have you done?
a smothering indistinctness of misery as memories writhe.
once we savored bliss,
untainted and innocent,
but your desire perished.
a vengeful throng of memo...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jul 2004 03:19:00 GMT |
Let Me |
LET ME
FEEL SAFE IN YOUR ARMS LIKE I ALWAYS DO.
BATHE IN YOUR WARMTH,
WHEN YOU HOLD ME NEAR,
ONLY YOU CAN ERASE MY FEAR.
LET ME
SWIM IN YOUR PASSION THAT DROWNS ME SO,
DANCE IN YOUR LI...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jul 2004 03:17:00 GMT |
The Blackest Gift |
It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of subtlety,
wolves vent their pain. The eternal one
wakens.
Wisps of death shrouds her gaunt form,
a timeless desire.
Her raven hair cascades over
pal...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jul 2004 22:48:00 GMT |
Screams |
My mind is splitting in two
From the screams that I hear
It's a constant inner battle for me
Just to stay alive sometimes.
We live in a world full of people who
Run around like chickens with thi...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jul 2004 14:28:00 GMT |
Bored |
Im sitting here, being bored, I can't stop thinking about him and yeah. I think I'm just going to stop going down to Chef's Market, because all people think about me is that I'm annoying, nosy, a bitc...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jul 2004 03:03:00 GMT |
