that's not right |
but who am I to judge?
Posted by on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 17:25:00 GMT |
touching |
eyelashes broken lightblurry eyesbroken dreamsmirror fragmentsreflecting lightbroken thoughtswandering doubtfragments of lifereflecting darkcold handsblue lightunder blanketsin a roomblue aircold skin...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 16:13:00 GMT |
love |
love is a question I forgot an answer I'll never give a month forgotten days I didn't live a world that sees you hurting me details I don't remember feeling little in the month of december truth is be...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 16:12:00 GMT |
killing art |
inadvertently, a song came to meit sang of how hell is a result of rationality
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 01:51:00 GMT |
mother |
my mom told me that I didn't need to impress womenshe said, "they'll like you for who you are"but I've always thought she was crazy
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 22:16:00 GMT |
morning lover |
I coughed bright red blood into my white porcelain sinkBewildered, I coughed more to see if it were trueThe truth is redand frightening to seeIf I were deadmy fear would leaveI had no right to be afra...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 23:35:00 GMT |
live in lies |
the more I forgetthe less it will hurt when he diesI was startled to hear her say thisshe spoke stupidlynot understanding what she saidthe more I forgetthe less it will hurt when he's deadshe said it ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 01:45:00 GMT |
a cigarette and a knife |
through shredded cottonI see a nail clipping in the skyI stare until my eyes are drythe orange glowat the tip of a cigarettegalvanizes thoughtWhat will be remembered when the day is over?speaking of s...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 10:42:00 GMT |
flowers for love, flowers for death |
mood is controlled by music and conversationthis has been a constant truthmy fondest memories are the ones ofdinners at restaurantswith wines and womenit is a simple pleasurepleasing and honestconstan...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 15:43:00 GMT |
a memory |
4/15/05LOSTI lost my voiceto neon lights,green liningabove the video storeI see out my window,green grassto some sort of heaven,lights from a car,red eyes awake constantlyThe wet streets hum an orange...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 02:05:00 GMT |
