written during sadder times |
The Morning I Left You roll over and I can feelyour even breathing on my face; it smells like cheese crackers. With my eyes still shut I know that you are watching me. I can see you in my mind, your...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 21:07:00 GMT |
overall. |
it's best to love womenwho don't know you exist.They, at least, have a good reasonfor not loving you back.
Posted by on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 16:18:00 GMT |
split personality. |
go see what i'm doing...musically.www.myspace.com/microfilmdj
Posted by on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 20:50:00 GMT |
a few quick, utterly meaningful poems. |
My MuseMy muse speaks to me,a burning cigarette. Sunkist and haloed in pissby the incandesence of the patio light,She reassures me thatTime passes.Pre-Mortem Eulogy to a Family PetSophie,Did you choke...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 01:26:00 GMT |
identity. |
oh! let me live in the perfect world where everyone is the fool they seem to be.
Posted by on Sat, 08 Oct 2005 22:15:00 GMT |
brown pill |
Convenience store kisses
and the smell of incense heavy in the air:
The same mixture of bitter and sweet i feel when your
arms are around me.
The streets are turned into...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Aug 2005 19:15:00 GMT |
11:00 am fall semester |
i sat down next to you in the hall and feigned disinterest. My skin was hypersensitive. Nervously i raised my eyes to meet yours and you stared blankly at the wall. Two feet between us and we were s...
Posted by on Sat, 28 May 2005 16:56:00 GMT |
passion=suffering |
Daydreams of Apathy, lasting into the night, are enhanced by the monotony of yellow dashes caught in the headlights. Thoughts race and stand still, fighting to maintain control. Death awaits just on...
Posted by on Sat, 14 May 2005 07:50:00 GMT |
the night in the roman dive. |
The night in the Roman dive,Deception seeped from your fingertips;You demonized my soul.Your tongue lashed at my neckBut it's your own wounds you healed.The night in the Roman dive,Deception spewed fr...
Posted by on Sat, 07 May 2005 10:28:00 GMT |
useless... |
is what i'm gonna be tomorrow morning. i have to wake up in and hour and a half to go to work, but i seem not to be able to fall asleep. damn cappuccinos...why must you torture me so with your sweet...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Aug 2004 00:04:00 GMT |
