hatred (out of order) |
the wordsthe actionsthe facesand expressionsthat force their way inside my brain cause my thoughts to eat at the smile on my facethe jealousy that becomes an irritantlingers in the pit of my stomachm...
Posted by Littlefoot on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 12:34:00 PST |
hands on skin |
i wish for my hands to grow cold against your skin
then linger, too long, in silence
for a permanent bitter end.
resist misfortune to withhold
earth and sky in mind,
and with sanity contained
only by...
Posted by Littlefoot on Thu, 31 May 2007 03:53:00 PST |
vision |
posession of strength forged by a vision
blurred within dilated pupils
a brain confused by images
mismatched in translation
because the things you see
are nonexistant
in a reality of people
and the th...
Posted by Littlefoot on Thu, 31 May 2007 03:51:00 PST |
evolution of us |
i am what you are not
and you are what i cannot be
its a circle of mismatched lines
but at the center its complete
i've candidly sacrificed
my dignity to you
and in turn you've inspired thought
for c...
Posted by Littlefoot on Thu, 31 May 2007 03:50:00 PST |
no title |
conducted and composedby insufficient matterworrisome patterns of insecuritiesand binding energyfuel enforced - from recycled purposeforeign substancesknock you outof existenceof form and fashion...
Posted by Littlefoot on Tue, 15 May 2007 02:32:00 PST |
here i am |
tiresomely vagueyour words have plagued my mindand they pivot back and forthunsuccessful in attemptsat approaching understandingand in thismy thoughts are taken ransomheld against my tongueo...
Posted by Littlefoot on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 02:01:00 PST |
Cornered |
to such a standard i have set myself
that i cannot actually feel
rather, i have set existence,
so therefore cannot feel you.
and you're touching
every inch of me, from inside to out
from heart to skin...
Posted by Littlefoot on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 12:33:00 PST |
Cocoon |
cornered, you creepcollapse from exhaustion and crawl into me rest your weariness in a cocoon of security tug and test the strength i possess. i am hand-woven and created for you to nest...
Posted by Littlefoot on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 11:34:00 PST |
pernicious oblivion |
silenced and sentencedwith the slap of a wristmetal and skin collideresistence weakconsistant forceand the ground openslike a woundguaged serious by the blood it bearsswallowed whole and surroundedby ...
Posted by Littlefoot on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 04:44:00 PST |
wallflower, if you will |
i growand have grownand in a sense fadedas i retract further into my headmy thoughtsmy being - of being mepeople have become disconcertingand draw further from comfortingand i'd be more sati...
Posted by Littlefoot on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 02:25:00 PST |
