If I die tomorrow. |
I will miss&& My sugarplum, my Bunny, my Angelcakes, my family, Edwin, Danny, Db, cigarettes, coffee, beer, drawing, thunderstorms, music, movies, tv, the bus arriving on time, Walmart, Green Tea fra...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 18:56:00 GMT |
These things are... |
These things are good: ice cream and cake, a ride on a harley, seeing monkeys in the trees, the rain on my tongue, and the sun shining on my face. These things are a drag: dust in my hair, holes in my...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 19:55:00 GMT |
Dusk |
Lets carve our names in each others flesh, and mix our blood with wine.We dance at dusk on skulls & bones, and construct our wicked shrine.The madness that infects our minds, escapes and shatters t...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 19:28:00 GMT |
The Girl I love....... |
she got long black wavy hair.
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 15:49:00 GMT |
Bear Hugs. |
To my friends, I fucking love you all. These last couple of years have meant so much to me. So many of you I want to meet, have a drink with, and just laugh my ass off with. Someday Im throwin a ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 20:52:00 GMT |
Emptiness |
Death smiles at me, and I smile back. My only friends are the setting sun and a bottle of Beam. I scream and shout, and wave my arms maniacly, but no one gives even a glance, Im drowning. This l...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 18:41:00 GMT |
My Desire |
My pulse is racing, as I trace my finger down your bare, exposed back. I feel the warmth on my hand when it slips between your thighs. You quiver as I gaze in your eyes, while my fingers explore eve...
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 18:00:00 GMT |
When I think of you..... |
When I think of you, a smile comes across my face. My soul escapes as my heart soars on ravens wings. You are the very last thing I want my eyes to see as I leave this existence for the next one. ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 22:31:00 GMT |
I wish... |
I wish&..I wish I could feel your heart beating next to mine,and could wrap my arms around you from behind.I wish I was there to be your clown,as we could fall, laughing, to the ground.I wish I could ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 22:10:00 GMT |
My Work Of Fiction |
My First Time. I remember my first time. My first one. I was waiting for the bus at the Rt. 4 bus stop, the one by Wal-Mart. He was with some friends, bragging about his latest sexual c...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 13:18:00 GMT |
