For you... |
She likes it when I whisper her name&Perhaps it's the low airy twist of my voice that catches her off guard or maybe it's just the vast contrast between the whisper and the scream muffled by a white... Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 21:26:00 GMT |
Untitiled for today |
Come bundle in the crux between my jaw bone and shoulder
Live there&for tonight
Messed hair, tired eyes, familiar breath
Curl up
You are getting sleepy
Knee bones to chest plate
Eyelids heavier now t... Posted by on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 17:57:00 GMT |
An old (appropriate) poem |
If youre gonna cut me, make it count
Dont just scribble your name across my chest
Engrave it in my fucking heart
Start now
Dont leave me hanging
Waiting like the sad misshapen xmas trees
At the lot on... Posted by on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 14:18:00 GMT |
struck |
Pry them openTooth pick, chop stick, match stick no matterLace your lashes around something sharp enoughTo detour blacknessSee me for what I amA contradictionWounded beyond pep boy's realm Posted by on Fri, 17 Mar 2006 15:29:00 GMT |