when you start to feel its time to move on it... |
feels like inhaling poisonous gas to me...chest cavity starts to constrict, throat feels dry, head feels blurry and hurts and body tingles, part of you feels like throwing up, back aches in anticipat...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 15:43:00 GMT |
soon to be published poem: "cold" |
coldperfectly imperfectflooded with feelings of being alone...when times get tough.she hides behind the safety wallshe has createdfor fear of being hurtonce moresuffering the pain of her memories.fore...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 14:33:00 GMT |
collection of 2005/2006 collarme journal entries |
all goes silent as she cries herself to sleepthis is not what she came forthis is not the life she had planned forslowly, wearily she closes her eyesthis is her life, this is how it is to be, there is...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 13:17:00 GMT |
Perhaps.... |
Life, this world, emotions, sometimes I feel as though I just do not understand any of them at all.
Perhaps I am meant for nothing more than to be in a constant state of utter confusion...perhaps my h...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 00:43:00 GMT |
contemplative -- my view view of society dogma and individuality |
Unconditional,
a word whose meaning has been lost,
yet is still thrown around without censorship.
Are we reflexively enept?
unable to hold our tongue, to still our irrational conscience,
should...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 16:02:00 GMT |
untitled |
The noose it tightens
With every new rule
that you place upon my head
and like the horse
weighed down by it's luggage
my back begins to break
and the choke hold it tightens
with every new restraint
un...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 15:54:00 GMT |
fear of heights |
Don't want to fly
Too high
Because the higher up
The harder the fall
The lower I feel.
Posted by on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 15:51:00 GMT |
untitled |
Used,
and abused.
Her insides torn
and strewn.
Her mind scattered,
She was badly battered.
Her heart hurt.
Desired to pound through
Her bruised chest.
The blood dripped down
from her open wrists.
And ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 15:47:00 GMT |
Relationship of the Ex... |
Lost behind the nothingness
I see a world of sadness and sorrow
Love made a mockery
By lustful desire
Lost behind the nothingness
I see a world of black and white
The red of love
Doesn't enter ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 15:44:00 GMT |
Fragmented Thoughts |
The ball crashes to the floor
My life held within
Slipping through your fingers
My heart it shatters
It breaks
It's contents fragmented
Never to repair
Repair and renewal
What a lovely t...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 15:43:00 GMT |
