back to my roots |
it's been a while since i've written. i decided i would post this new one on here. comment if you'd like, i would be appreciative. here it iss
Credulous Optimism
An abundance of collective thoughts t...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 20:40:00 GMT |
proof of life |
What is it that you claim?
Will you even stay the same?
Theres no turning back.
Once you fall away.
You cant go back.
I think I might light this up.
Conformity, YEAH THATS WHAT UP...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 18:13:00 GMT |
poem |
Momentary Momentum
A heavy current blew against the trees.
In such a manner as to bring one to their knees
He could feel the sensation of satisfaction on his face.
A compass and a map heeded wa...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 15:18:00 GMT |
yea stand strong |
Tonight is the night that we seize the day.
And see things clearly a whole new way.
Well I hope you see that I aint tryin to preach.
Im just trying to charter these walls that cant be breached.
Take ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 21:25:00 GMT |
neww |
Freshly renewed in a breath of serenity
Breathing in the hope of peace and love found in sagacity
Harmony seeks to be sought out through time.
In time however, dissonance will disembowel the harmony.
...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 09:12:00 GMT |
the latest one. hope you enjoy |
Dooms Despondency
Falling into denial is so easily done.
That which they despise is what they crave.
These facets of our lives attribute to our downfall.
The eyes the beholder, now lie in the b...
Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 19:15:00 GMT |
a new poem |
The Inconceivable Inability to Grasp
There was a man whose
Symmetrical perfection was cut right down the middle.
A flawed result leads to the act of belittlement.
The lyrical genius disguised ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 22:50:00 GMT |
newest poem, read iiit please and then you should comment |
Purging the Darkness of Ruin
Instilled upon me, was the realization of thousands upon thousands.
In all directions they were running in a chaotic stride to the grave.
As the apocalypse made it...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 19:49:00 GMT |
new poem WHAT. |
8 Shots Fired, 80 Dead
Does this open casket come with a refund?
Because Im pretty sure, shes not the one.
This faceless beauty is yet to be determined.
Now there are portrayals of awe-inspir...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Nov 2005 23:42:00 GMT |
new poem, i love feedback |
Sunsets and Sunrises to the Occasion
This peacefulness is anything but anti-climatic.
Controlled by intensions that are, excessively sporadic.
Headless horses lead a wheel-less carriage.
Soon e...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Nov 2005 11:31:00 GMT |
