Reality |
[reality]This is the kind of thing that destroys me to the point of bitter laughterAt the surreal;unthinkable breakdownOf soul;body and a feeble mind.Who;my friend will be the judgeWhen these memories...
Posted by ♥ciao,bella♥ on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 03:06:00 PST |
Human anatomy from my point-of-view. |
Nothing is unique,or orginial;or special...
But everything is destroyable,or destructible;or recreatible.
Think of yourself as a class project
[the class being society;or the idea of a god.]
Think of ...
Posted by ♥ciao,bella♥ on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 02:56:00 PST |
Pure existence, and not the fake kind |
Pure existence [and not the fake kind]Unable to dreamI bat my eyesAnd sleep is lostSo I turn on a lightIf only to see my conscience byWhy is alone so present tonight?Sometimes life can seem so ro...
Posted by ♥ciao,bella♥ on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 02:50:00 PST |
Static lullabies and chalk outlines. |
Static lullabies and Chalk Outlines:Love in a nutshell isn't enough
You act as a spectator;
As I play the fields
Somewhere lost in a sea of green
Entangled in replacements
And covered in weeds
If I si...
Posted by ♥ciao,bella♥ on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 08:47:00 PST |
So much time, such little effort |
In so much time, such little effort has been seen
I'll set up fort, then vacate soul
I appear all or nothing
But amount to part over whole
Cause this hurdle we're tripping over
Is just a par...
Posted by ♥ciao,bella♥ on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 10:33:00 PST |
Consider my space invaded |
Even the sun aches with anticipation
when its behind the curtain letting stars take the stage
to see your eyes open as you slowly arise
and pour rays of light all upon your face
Who is this being,
th...
Posted by ♥ciao,bella♥ on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 07:12:00 PST |
Putting an end to awkward silences... |
Putting an end to awkward silences.
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Icebreakers are always the hardest thing
So I'll make a toast as glasses clink
To pointless carrides,
to smiling with your ...
Posted by ♥ciao,bella♥ on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 07:19:00 PST |
I'd call this philosophy but that's a stretch... |
Scattered thoughts
in fragments like short circuits
One way streets
filled with one-track minds
Love is bland
and fear is sweet
It will show you
who you're too scared to be
In a place
with bodies sl...
Posted by ♥ciao,bella♥ on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 07:07:00 PST |
Bleeding Canvas |
You're not just another warm body to bump elbows with.
You're the real thing.
You're a canvas waiting
to be transformed into a masterpiece,
bleeding black and blue charcoal
you're the grinding noise...
Posted by ♥ciao,bella♥ on Sun, 08 Jan 2006 02:35:00 PST |
The game |
I'm product
of a natural disaster.
Just as friendly as a forest fire...
I will spread,
and leave you wanting more
Until i fill this growing void
with all the noise inside my head,
I'll fight to t...
Posted by ♥ciao,bella♥ on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 09:49:00 PST |
