the truth between us |
They look at me bitterly. A fusion of pain and misunderstanding that wars with our pride. Those eyes scourge even as they yearn. The tight knit brows only sing the song of our frustration. The silenc...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 16:12:00 GMT |
jesus says i can’t have a phone |
first i had to restore my phone after finding out that a phone bill never made it to my house. that required me talking to five different people.
then i came home and went to clean out a tub that had ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 20:39:00 GMT |
the fritz |
i guess i'm on the fritz. you ever get this sensation or need to be held? i'm cold right now sitting in front of this computer and all the words that were swimming in my head now seem to elude me...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 00:35:00 GMT |
dragons |
i was thinking back about this dragon i had once. it was a necklace that i got in france and wore everyday. i really like it, really really like it; i loved it. i loved it very much and i gave it to t...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 10:23:00 GMT |
music, words |
there's this banging. this loud noise in my head. haha, its the music.
there's this simplicity, this desire to move, to think, to be, to exist. i think its an intense joy that comes with this particu...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 10:55:00 GMT |
sin city |
Welcome to the cityu knowthe cowboy bebop citywelcome to sin citylook up & down into my deepfilm noirtest out the hidden answerswelcome to the citydark streets of warm clingy airfog sticking to ur...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 14:54:00 GMT |
sorry |
i'm sorry...
sorry your a bitter ass PUNK!
eat that MOTHERFUCKA!!!
(i'm so laughing my ass off right now.)
Disclaimer: this is how I deal with stress. *snickers and giggles
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 11:44:00 GMT |
still. |
sometimes my mind won't stay still. it becomes this heated fight within myself so keep the images that run through my mind at bay.
my mind is a consistent work of links and interlacin...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 21:04:00 GMT |
Track 11 |
Call it wasted lifeor undecided actioncall it black transgressionor fevered passioncall it anythingjust don't call it urselfvisit the temple and ask why the lights r all outwe bet the goddess can ...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 10:17:00 GMT |
ex-girlfriend ranting |
i dreamt of a boy last night. I guess he's really a man now; but I dreamt of him. how about guy; yea, he's a guy. I dreamt of this guy last night. this guy with whom I was once intensely in love...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 16:21:00 GMT |
