The anwser |
Trust only goes so farand all those broken promisesWhen is it over?When love turns to hateDespairand a broken pride.Exhausted to the finishMost days the bad overtakes the goodWe try to hold onto the t...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 18:20:00 GMT |
Yesterday |
I say way to muchwithout a single wordpassion over reasonsometimesis not a good thing.But sometimesIt's completley amazing.It all happened so fast.2 years was way to longa last week memoryturned reali...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 08:40:00 GMT |
Permanent Solution to a Temporary Problem |
Her eyes bleed like daggers as she plays her arm like violins Razor scraped paper white skin. shes alone with her music what melodic melody keeps her soul a blood filled, inch deep hole. The elegance ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 21:03:00 GMT |
From across the room |
I just new.That this couldn't be our lastBending to the blidnessTrue, there are no more timeless conversationsNor are there any breathless mommentsbut the past has just not let passYou're the one that...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 18:33:00 GMT |
The moviegoer |
Of all the seats you could have takenin this ample, ponderous spaceall emptyall avaliableyou chose the spot right next to me.I was desperate for solitude today,a dark quiet spaceto stretch my legsor p...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 18:44:00 GMT |
Butterfly |
Butterfly, you dance the dreamStealing my thining breathAll rules breaking in slips of the fingerDriven to unfamiliar territoryYou taught me to believethe unimaginableWhispering a prayer to infin...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 11:32:00 GMT |
THE DAYS |
the daystick tick tickringing in the ears memorya blind sightwith a shiverin the glistening sunwhat will we do with these days?we were so graciously givena sighing breathto whisper with the windA wond...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 17:11:00 GMT |
oh wow... a poem |
When time conspires with the heartto thieve away love, hope, promiseWhen you are reminded of what is; what was; what should be,They will ask no ransom, they will ask no redemption.
The rose-dust fadin...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 14:42:00 GMT |
The IT |
just dosent matter anymore
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 13:45:00 GMT |
falling backwards |
dosent always have to be badmaybe sometimes thats what we needbecause we might just have been better back thenwe might have actually been worth somethingMaybe we could have been diffrentand purge the ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 15:26:00 GMT |
