Summerland |
My well fed lawn Melting under a California September Dawn - and I see the Way they look at me Out of their Venetian Blinds sometimes - Stolen in the cast off Light of daytime TV - and that's just fin...
Posted by eߣûëe on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 10:02:00 PST |
Haunting |
Fools love the telephone wire It's secret shades to block their dyingFace, and perverse desire. Close your eyes and pretend, the room isNot closing in. Your heart ...
Posted by eߣûëe on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 02:43:00 PST |
Silver |
I must dress for Judgment day For I have suffered (Yes I've suffered) Through chipped paint lunch Tables and lynch mob eyes For I've survived (Yes I've survived) The climbing cathedral Telescopi...
Posted by eߣûëe on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 07:25:00 PST |
Old Shoes & Piggy Banks |
A A ABOUT ME... the *E.v.E.r.Y.t.H.i.N.g.* survey!!!*BASICLY THE BASICS*name:: Miss Fatality nickname:: Bitchage/ grade:: 24birthday:: 8-20-82current location:: the bowels of my mind.*THE LOOKS*hair c...
Posted by eߣûëe on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 05:54:00 PST |
To My Friends & Famileh |
Sometimes it's so lonely here. It's the worst in the mornings being by the freeway, and it's sounds. The dull roar of the morning work rush filters in with the repressive sun reaching out it's hot ra...
Posted by eߣûëe on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 12:19:00 PST |
Small Pocket |
Oh, Moon Oh, I See you too Hiding The fallacy In yourself. You are beauty Aged lace Aged imprints Stolen secrets More then half Of you is Always veiled In shadow. Oh Ocean, I know Your panic Hits in...
Posted by eߣûëe on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 08:17:00 PST |
Bulls and Twenty |
bulls and twentyashes shehad to delivershe drove anddrove and drovebetwixtshe lays nowby the highwaylaid down for a momentthe ashes thatshe drove anddrove and drovebesiegedthree hundred and ninety day...
Posted by eߣûëe on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 08:22:00 PST |
Alarm |
The morning bell ringsMelodic notes clashedInto a chaotic clamorYou're alive again.A world of hands openHeld out in plea to you.The clock is cracked and bleeds;We all want to see it die.Oh, Orwel...
Posted by eߣûëe on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 02:25:00 PST |
Wait |
Years In ashes Swept under rug For concealed Keeps As if The maps to Something Lost, but sacred Are in the Decaying remains. Memories Burnt to the ground Before they were Born Wet with blood Scr...
Posted by eߣûëe on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 04:25:00 PST |
The Balcony Children |
It was 20 minutes past the witching hourThen it was half past one.I thought I saw her across the wayIn the window of Mr. Johnsons place.Little sister was on the groundClutching dollClutching drollWith...
Posted by eߣûëe on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 05:41:00 PST |
