Family Portrait. |
Under the violent, black wavesfrom here we see where you gazewhere your dreams take youagainst our current, this resistance
Under the blackened skiesYou see the last marker that matteredYou carry all ...
Posted by APHELI0N on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 10:14:00 PST |
Cancre |
After she was thrown inShe swam like a waterbirth Not the feeders, but the nihlistic onesI watched her struggle for air
After the filmShe was fearful of the darkIt's only ink I tell herI watch he...
Posted by APHELI0N on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 11:08:00 PST |
SNOCAP? Yeah... SNOCAP. |
Ok, here's the deal:Some of you may have noticed that I added a SNOCAP play onto the myspace page here enabling you to buy all the Aphelion Albums and songs. I waxed and waned about using SNOCAP or an...
Posted by APHELI0N on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 08:24:00 PST |
Time in a room |
As the days go byI can count the nunber of days you've called meIt doesn't take into account suspicionIt doesn't matter the reasons why
when your flesh is slipping then I can laughWithout fear or regr...
Posted by APHELI0N on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 09:51:00 PST |
17th... |
I'll remember numbers much more easily than names or faces. You "may" have never been number one but you stained that place and no one has ever been able to occupy it since. You set the standard, plan...
Posted by APHELI0N on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 11:02:00 PST |
Failure |
My fingers reach further than my armsI typed a thousand words without ever looking at anything other than a viewThe empty view outside my window.A street filled with whores and beggars, birds and cats...
Posted by APHELI0N on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 10:39:00 PST |
Wrapped in a Sheet |
I didn't mean to mock you when you asked me to get the door.I grind my teeth to make you a better sandpaperto allow the sun light through the grime, the windowsto let you bathe there, in the soft bril...
Posted by APHELI0N on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 06:10:00 PST |
I never wanted to hear this... |
Pop music is the bane of culture and the music industry. It's all glorified hip-hop crap. The really sad part is that there is still AR people and record label exects that think everything should soun...
Posted by APHELI0N on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 06:45:00 PST |
View Finder |
With people creeping through roomsthrough shadows, unnoticed and unchallangedRemain here alone and breathlessCapture the moment on scraps of paperSave them in a shoe box for the day you dieCatalog eve...
Posted by APHELI0N on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 01:24:00 PST |
If she floats. |
Her lips like arsenic and sea salt, remain poised and moistHer touch spreads lepersy, so he'll never be gone too longHer eyes burn all they see in the flames of apathy and disdainHer hands ring the ne...
Posted by APHELI0N on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 07:32:00 PST |
