Bare skin |
He left me alone, smoking on the front porch
Alone, except for my cat
The cigarette didn't taste as good when he left
Things were always better when he was around
When he came back, with a twisted...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 01:38:00 GMT |
The Jungle |
It was the best of times
It was the worst life could be
Its a jungle out there, she cried
They're all after me!
It was the worst life could be
Heart fasting from all the pain
They're all after ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 17:28:00 GMT |
Linger |
The sky lingers lonely
Awaiting the steamy sun
I hear the music at night
Which interupts my sleep
I hunger for a place I've never seen
I clutch to the worlds I already know
I'm under, over and in betw...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 17:23:00 GMT |
Pieces of nothing |
A wild dream occured to me upon my slumber
I saw pieces of nothing
Shattered like a glass door
All over my kitchen floor
I could smell the perfume, always
It was like the bottom of a candy jar
My hand...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 17:20:00 GMT |
You know. |
A cigarette is just a cigarette
So apprecitate it for what it is
Its not fuel, you know
Oh God, I can only get her to love me
When I have drugs
She denies it to death
But its true, you know
Waiting by...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:46:00 GMT |
Counting. |
The words used to pour from me like a fountain. Now, they so rarely come, and when they do, they are jumbled together into complete nonsense. And I'm too weak to decipher. I am a girl dying slowly and...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:14:00 GMT |
Hey Mister |
Hey Mister
The sunset set upon you so slowly
All I could see in your eyes was the darkness
You look for excuse after excuse
Or maybe your problem if forgettfulness
People seem to ask me if I believe i...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 20:24:00 GMT |
Defining Life |
There are some quotes I've heard recently that sort of define my life:
"They call it a chippy, a small habit. Its a Saturday night thing. And you feel like a rockstar. It feels so good you star...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 09:56:00 GMT |
Seattle will kill us all someday |
Seattle will kill us all someday
Me, I'll die first, I'm not feeling well
Go to be going wish, I could stay
But I'll let you know what to except in hell
In hell there are flames, yes
They...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 00:28:00 GMT |
The Many Men of Jen |
This is about the men in my life that have come and gone throughout the years. Each paragraph is about a different man. And the last one is about the man who will one day be my husband...I mean...if t...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 02:37:00 GMT |
