you will not be the straw that brakes the camels back |
I keep thinking that if i keep thinking, eventually it will drown out these voices in my head. The voices that keep reminding me of certain places in time that belong buried with the dead. Memories of...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 22:57:00 GMT |
h |
What's coming through is alive.What's holding up is a mirror.But what's singing songs is a snakeLooking to turn this piss to wine.They're both totally void of hate,But killing me just the same.The sna...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:42:00 GMT |
some letters are never meant to be sent |
I never asked for this perspective of the world. I never asked to fall so deeply in love to where now I can barely stand and walk away. I stopped praying when I realized he really isnt listening and s...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:02:00 GMT |
Strings still attached |
My roots still hold strong to the soil that no longer rests on the brink of self destruction beneath my feet. I keep my thoughts guarded and put away out of sight like so many articles of torture that...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 23:15:00 GMT |
accept it... |
you know you look gorgeous when your mad/with cigarrettes held tightly in your in hand/the daily struggle to hold on to your short attention span/i blame the land infested with the steady stench of gu...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 14:40:00 GMT |
suited for you and you alone |
i tasted poison apples now i cant seem to get enough/mind is still clouded but i allow it/your the last diamond in the rough/that one rose that arose to take the time and pose/ for the sun shit was fu...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 01:11:00 GMT |
call it forward thinking |
i know its hard to comprehend/ but i remember when/ i wish these summer days would never end/playing in the spraying garden hose/playing soccer on the streets breaking all the nighberhood windows/ and...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 01:00:00 GMT |
poisons |
what do you do when you surround yourself with poisons and cant find the antitote??? it stands alone/ in the viels of glass that are scattered just out of arms reach... desperation sets in and the ro...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Aug 2006 01:42:00 GMT |
something i wrote after reading what jess had to say |
shit well il be moving on... no need to sing that same sad song/ what was once thirst and a lust for passion/turned stale like so many burnt ciggeratte ashes/it crashes like a ton of bricks/ that weve...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 01:53:00 GMT |
kid pres is ill b........ |
i make my home on the side where the sun makes its grave/in a lab writting verses that emulates the cave/ im a slave/ to the microphone, the lyrics and the beats/ to the metronome that keeps me writti...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Aug 2006 00:05:00 GMT |
