.trying my best not to forget |
"In the cold light of morning while everyone is yawning,youre highIn the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're highAs your skin starts a scratchin', wave yesterdays actions goodbyeForge...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 18:22:00 GMT |
it may never change. |
Being locked up for five long days was ..to say the least..altering. Altering here does not mean either good or bad, posative or negative. I though for some reason everything would be different when i...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 11:17:00 GMT |
The beginning again. as i see it .. |
I am no longer where I was before, at the hands of a cycle that was the true me that i did not like. He and I are renewed..clean (as clean as WE can get). Simply..the song that will always make me thi...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 19:06:00 GMT |
making up for his wrath |
I admit I have made more then one of the worst mistakes you can do to the one you love. He can't trust me now, one day he will, one day again. My choises Fucked me. Fear. Something I never went by; ne...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 22:45:00 GMT |
silver to green |
Sitting here I bite my lip,only slightly as to numb and form a droplet upon the tip.Silver to green,you sit and stare.As I fall into our dream,I meet a tiger in his lair.He takes away my fears,and rem...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 16:39:00 GMT |
so momentarily im lost |
So today has definatly been a day. A day of constant memories flshing through my head that i dont wish to think of but they seem inescapable. A day of me attempting to convince myself that neve...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 17:24:00 GMT |
today, tonight .and the nights |
The complete making sense of non sense; always such a nice way to drain yourself. A compulsive exert of mental use for no reason what so ever. A complete waste, one of the best. You listen to somethin...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 07:50:00 GMT |
all I see |
Burning slowly,my one and only.Come down onto me and fall deeper inside,as the moon echos the liquid night that ripples the sky.Allow me to purplex ; lie still fore me,eyes enamored by all I see....
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 22:47:00 GMT |
Autums Child |
Something shot in the head,only for no-one knew it was already dead.Sweet young thing,held in your grasp,reposed by what youre eyes bring.The awakened is absent,still present in the dream.Only we know...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 00:02:00 GMT |
a place . a poem. |
My mind; where I live my reality of a life .The lines may be awkward, sweetly ajar,But in this place no matter the procession,No able invasion is too far.
In here the rose is a creation,the thorns ar...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 21:54:00 GMT |
