Shrapnel: Casuality 1 |
+I realize now that I never actually desired to change the world; rather, I have forever wanted to end it.+I will bite off my native tongueNo longer will I ignore this scourge upon my ownCivil and dec...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 05:08:00 GMT |
Class-punctured |
Pink is fire When fame is the color Of class-punctured TelevisionMy teeth had a gleam of ChampagneThe scent shined through my Glass incisors Sparkling wires of moneySent pictures of myLegionsConstant ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 05:42:00 GMT |
I pretend |
I walked today and was ripped The shreds will not mend againThe sleds still cause me to slip again And againI pretend But not enough for themBeside me they are me Beside me they are condemnedI have fe...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 20:40:00 GMT |
Nominated to perish |
A nation lacking imaginationDrools, catatonic, over the self charring creations,Sardonic, it melts and acts similar to tarring sensations,Thus, we saw many herded mules,And those in action, knelt and ...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 13:46:00 GMT |
Certain Respect |
I am now in contempt My slowly smoldering flesh can contest And it beseeches another dose As it knows what it deserves But I never wanted certain respect So never did I expect to have any earned...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 13:32:00 GMT |
Radio Static |
Radio static;We listen,And,Our minds glisten;It's such a sickened liquid;FannedTo be sporadic;But blown bland after it's believed the glass is once more sand. Presumably drained by t...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 13:23:00 GMT |
Whichever One |
A mallet hits a certain pitchThe pallet condescending what any mendingCould ever be wishedShould I wonder of weather dished for defendingThe bones of archaic splendor Blending the realities to accommo...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 08:06:00 GMT |
An Abdication |
A purged environmentProjecting a surged water-colored lamentMerging to a lane on descent We smile and slaughter mothers to remain contentWe created a nation lacking imaginationIt permeated to it's inf...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 13:49:00 GMT |
My Prospect |
The device chirped like the mice that lurkedIn a zone of anti-noise, I stood with a boney poise,Constantly jerked,All the while, the bits of surrounding time pickled and quirkedMy once lonely toys gav...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 09:57:00 GMT |
Twirling downstairs |
The cigarettes are smoking and laughing and jokingAcross the room from marionettes who just can't stop pokingAnd stoking the fire for the string puller's pyreBut all that we desire is to outrun the ti...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 13:08:00 GMT |
