Gia Rose |
As i pulled my piece of shit car into the drive way where i used to call home, i became lost. Though a week had gone by since i was last there, the place looked foreign. i looked up at the...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 03:22:00 GMT |
If i wrote in hyrogliphics would you get the picture? |
rain pitter patters like blood from slit writs. sullen, somber agony. the pain of breaking flesh is almost an improvement from the pain that tears the heart, the lungs, the mind. everything seems to w...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 17:50:00 GMT |
here we go again. |
its funny how in times of distress im always torn back to the pen. the inspiration to write something down that could express the bullshit in my head. its wierd to think where life has taken me. ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 19:58:00 GMT |
messages lost |
i walked the cool quiet streets of the suburbs last night, words ran through my head, tearing, mocking, unsettling, the cold night air burning my throught as i imhaled cigarette smoke, desperately try...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 13:14:00 GMT |
lucky 7 |
Morbid poetic tragity can only be explained in limitations, for life is full of limitations. though prosesses only bias thinking, unbias is a belligerant thought that only the ignorant believe.&...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 22:42:00 GMT |
Rootless Tree |
What I want from you is empty your headThey say be true, don't stay in your bedWe do what we need to be freeAnd it leans on me like a rootless treeWhat I want from us is empty our mindsWe fake the th...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 21:10:00 GMT |
Gone, Gone, Gone... |
Lately you've been acting in a role that's unbecoming Of the girl who taught me there was so much in this world worth living. The part that you've been playing has me dazed and missing you. But now yo...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 20:52:00 GMT |
If you help no one.... You're guilty in this Hellnation |
Hellnation's when they teach usProfiting from greedHellnation's what they give usCoke, heroin & speedHellnation's when they tell youYou gotta go clean up your actYou're the one who dragged me here...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 22:36:00 GMT |
Lovebites and Razorlines |
Who you fucking nowi use my slit wristto sign my name withand when you cant compete with the jonesesgun em all down (even the father)you fucking whoreshut up and swallow my pride for memove closer and...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Jul 2006 12:16:00 GMT |
Pints Of Guinness Make You Strong |
Evelyn sits by the elevator doors It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day in 1964 But she could not hold it against him There were times when there was nothing she could do But lie in...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Nov 2005 21:22:00 GMT |
