26 |
I know no shelter.
The only comfort I find is in the mirror; my distraught and detached face.
Living behind no emotion makes it simple to retrace my steps.
The world is no staircase.
There are sharp t...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:47:00 GMT |
27 |
A tug on your arm takes its place and you find yourself face to face with your soulmate.
Sorrow made His way to your side.
Your heart beats in time
with every teardrop that He can taste.
If you couldn...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:47:00 GMT |
25 |
I get lost walking all over you.
But you are a giant among small men.
I steal a thread from your pants
to unravel my Gulliver travels on top your limbs and ribs.
You fit the description of no God I ha...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:46:00 GMT |
23 |
Take note.
I dangle from a string tied to your finger.
I spin and twirl like an acrobat caught on something you try to remember:
some boys grow up and some live forever.
And in a false reality; I'm re...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:45:00 GMT |
24 |
I've been lying in this grass since noon just to make sure I get the first look at the same moon with you.
And you'll be next to me so soon I feel like a harp being tuned,
being plucked and picke...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:45:00 GMT |
21 |
I barely got to know your name.
I tasted it on the tip of my tongue while "I love you"s rolled off like a child down a grassy hill.
I spat as I stuttered; trying so hard to find the right word.
I was ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:44:00 GMT |
22 |
Post no bills on this wall.A high fine will be paid for stapling flyers to the wooden barrier around my heart.
We will have no advertisements pasted to one of the city's eyesores.
Go rent yourself a b...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:44:00 GMT |
God once told me to do something for them |
This is for you who lied.
This is for you who made me draw bunches of tears under my eye when my pen was dry.
This is for you who poured "I love you"s into my eyes and caused me to go blind.
This is f...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:42:00 GMT |
Indian Giver |
White man, there's nothing to be scared of. Even the boys of weather
They're shifting clouds, but it's nothing to be scared of.
They hang dream catchers around your bed because they play Indian ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 06:33:00 GMT |
18 |
he's so sad he can't get up from the floor. he's been laying there so long dandelions have sprout up out of his spinal cord. all types of weeds have started to form. weeds in the sha...
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 10:57:00 GMT |
