the art of losing |
and what did he ever know of losing?he tied his shoelacesand drank the milk without spilling it on the floorand put a star shaped cookie in his pocketmaybe he might have losta crayon sometime and know...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 00:52:00 GMT |
art |
paint my words redpaint my heart bluecolour my world colour my soulmy life an abstract artsplash me over and overeach time with a different hueyou hope to make sense of me when you hang me on your wal...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 06:12:00 GMT |
the twisted tale |
if only i could twitch like a twisted taletold to everyonea snitch working my way in and outthe breeze didn't blowthe sun didn't shinethe river didn't flowi would have cared lessbut he didn't mindif s...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 06:01:00 GMT |
today |
today i waitfor a rumour to take its tollfor love to grown sourfor my pages to fill soonfor a hideous monster to disappeartoday i dreamof you, in all your wretchednessof hearts that would bear a terri...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 05:49:00 GMT |
realizations |
let my house have no doorand don’t tell me where to gobecause everything ridiculous would eventually stopbecause i would eventually get out of my bedand not have panic attacks somedaybecause som...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 22:00:00 GMT |
youve watched me all afternoon |
you’ve watched me paint my nails,half black,half pink an orange line slashed diagonally over..graphic,weird,colourfulyou’ve watched me fall in love and wake up the next day as if nothing h...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 10:35:00 GMT |
