holding my breath. |
I am walking clumsilywhile carrying a thin glass full of waterholding my breath..trying not to fall,spill the water,or drop the glass,holding my breath..until it finally breaks into small pie...
Posted by Gothess on Sat, 26 May 2007 04:01:00 PST |
To the blackest soul (that hides in pastel) |
there is one soul that haunts worse than ghosts one blackest soul hides in pastel, among others living in that cold empire painted in harmless white as dashing as one could create in mortal h...
Posted by Gothess on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 08:33:00 PST |
Sick Gods. |
When they know that life has so much to offer, they get lost in a gigantic black hole that sucks them along with their inner-most thoughts. Reality doesn't count anymore. Dreams are to be justified. T...
Posted by Gothess on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 08:55:00 PST |
Soon to be. |
Gothess is soon to be dead. I am going to be as happy, just by being the untitled. For I know I won't lose everything I've already had. Dee...
Posted by Gothess on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 01:34:00 PST |
(untitled) |
when i look at the world the world where there is no youi become an alien and people become monstersand people chase methey want to kill meso i close my eyesand when i look at the worldthe world where...
Posted by Gothess on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 09:47:00 PST |
a mirth in making. |
The chanting lullabyes, the heavenly sounds are contemporarily striving to hypnotize and oblige me under their decaying spells. The murmuring voice rises pitch in distinct and it is strangely conceive...
Posted by Gothess on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 03:17:00 PST |
A 1:30 am attempt at a TEN minute poem |
they unstitch my mouththey unlock my mindthey never hear me speaknever find what they seeki leave them in questionsi leave them in regretsfor once did they use mefor once they abused methey never hear...
Posted by Gothess on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 10:38:00 PST |
An Experiment in forced time writing - the 5 minute poem |
i saw him plugging out earscrying in pain with bursting tearsi saw him banging his headscreaming his wrath in a boundless threadi saw him dying on meas he kissed my skinand so i set him free----Dee ...
Posted by Gothess on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 11:30:00 PST |
at minus zero. |
at minus zerothe part of crying hardthe part of falling aparthas yet again reappearedto a demented mindat minus zerofalling into devastationforming false incarnationis vaguely noticedby a reflecting m...
Posted by Gothess on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 09:16:00 PST |
Losing Myself |
I'm sad. I'm like losing myself. My identity has been discreetly stolen. Everything seems to double. It doesn't feel right anymore, the insecurity has landed on me. I'm seeing myself as double, and sa...
Posted by Gothess on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 10:58:00 PST |
