reflections echoes and lawn gnomes |
And where will it finally end if there even is a line I can't see itinfinity to athousand to so near zero that it might as well be such good statistics did me theres a term but I cant bring myself to ... Posted by on Fri, 19 Jun 2009 23:09:00 GMT |
Its Very Real and Very Obsolete |
Just One More Stupid Regret One more time to sayI told you soI told you soI told you soI told you so so many damn mistakes I dont wanna b... Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 23:11:00 GMT |
Less Of It |
And There I See They Say See-Saw A Smile, imperfect, replaced by a smirkThe critics are angry and insist on returnBut there's so... Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 01:01:00 GMT |
first dimensional |
Scattered thoughts, jumbled in my headso at home with the wreck and the debrisand the would-be-sins if only I had the attention spanor backbone to follow through and all the while salvation beckonsre... Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 00:51:00 GMT |
nonsequitor..............except it is |
I think there was something I wanted to show youBefore the last pieces of me slithered awayProtected Once MoreBy The Conveniant Shell of Melodramatic MusingsAnd the conviction that ultimately everythi... Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 21:14:00 GMT |
utter nonsense |
The really funny thing about the difference between acceptance and understanding is that really acceptance doesn't mean a fucking thing until udnerstanding sets in and by then life has tihs magical wa... Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 01:11:00 GMT |
sense? wtf is that shit? |
Poetry learned a new trick a while ago
or perhaps just a means of survival
or maybe even an outlet for all the masochistic tendancies
}after all it can't be a... Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 22:37:00 GMT |
slipping |
can't let the words fail even as they're crumbling down
knowing that each time we lose more we become
}that much{ closer to the edge
I don't want to jump please don't make ... Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 07:32:00 GMT |
Thank god for duct tape |
I can't find the words I need anymore
I can't hear the echo of who I am either and that parts just plain disturbing
}and I know its just the fear{
and its the... Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 08:43:00 GMT |
Wondering.... |
if I chose the right one between dark and light
then what exactly right means
~and why suddenly I want to cry~
and the part of myself that's detached
these ones aren't mine... Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 19:50:00 GMT |