The 4 walls have hands |
It was as if the 4 walls had hands.Hands around the neck. Hands to make you red. I knew he was an angelThat hed come to take me.To strangle all the lifeAnd take me home to himThough hed never let m...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 08:01:00 GMT |
Life with you |
Sick am IOf LifeSick am IOf workBored you areOf HereSee can I I knowWhat notYou dare do sayYou seeI knowMy loveYour lifeFor i live itWhat pains you Feel II knowYour pain Do II SeeYour eyes My Love,I H...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 07:33:00 GMT |
Getting up and Getting on |
I've been getting up and getting on
Getting on, and going to work.
Getting up, Getting on and going to work.
I've not been crying,
Which means I've not been thinking.
Of you.
Every moment. ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 19:05:00 GMT |
For Che! |
My Dog, Returned to the dogs home for biting a child
Goodbye my big dog
Farewell my black beast
The flowers of fortuity have died
Sleep peacefully upon good fortunes grave
Your heredity was lost
Yo...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 15:30:00 GMT |
Doley |
Every day is like a Sunday, when your on the dole.
Then you wish sunday was monday so you could get a job.
Everyday is vast with nothing, and little things seem so big.
And when you didn't do t...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 14:31:00 GMT |
Lost to Loss |
My DAD is DEAD
My DAD has DIED
My DYING DAD is DEAD
MY DEAD DAD was DYING
My DYING DAD DIED
My DEAD DAD commited
SUICIDE.
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 14:26:00 GMT |
Love flew south. |
Why follow whats already left,
Why try and catch whats too far ahead.
Why close your eyes when mine open,
Why set free your mice when you see a falkon.
Why forget the words you sa...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 19:35:00 GMT |
Your dirty hands. |
So, after never counting your eggsBefore you threw them,Your digging answers to your own questionsIn your homemade grave.Don't ask for my handI don't want to be your tearful undertaker.How your words,...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 11:19:00 GMT |
