Tired |
Im to tired to be
inspired right now.
Im too busy conspiring against the enemy.
Covered in frozen wires, I need to perspire to melt them
away.
It's too late to the shit on your face, ...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 02:55:00 GMT |
Stride to Satistfaction |
When you are hungry for more in life you search every cabinet and every coner for something to fill that empty space. I am so sick of complaining about things, I'm begning to find my complaning toxic....
Posted by on Mon, 09 Mar 2009 09:07:00 GMT |
Skin On Skin |
I would love bend reality. Id love to make your skin taste like sweet cream. Color the skin on skin. Let do this for we love to sin.Bend reality so that you could see; What we can be, In creamy dream...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 18:52:00 GMT |
Raining in the desert. |
The are keen eyes watching. In this world unclean. Beaming sun burns my shoulders, like whips licking my bare back. When you are the hunted you want to hunt under the moonlight away from other eyes. W...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 10:52:00 GMT |
Good Fucking Morning |
Good morning assholes, welcome to another day like another sip of bitter coffee in the morning. You look at the mirror and hate what you see, you feel your skin and hate whats under your finger-tips. ...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 13:22:00 GMT |
More poetry .....Hands |
Hands that touch everything you know.
Fingertips that make your skin crawl.
The body, the canvas I want to paint.
With my hands I will have everything.
The skin melts under my finge...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 12:29:00 GMT |
Rotting October |
Breaking the spider webs as I stumble across the path. Wind screams across my face tonight. This is October wind haunts us under the moonlight. Your roses have rotted and Santa is nowhe...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 22:57:00 GMT |
Another Fucking Poem |
Screaming in the box intended to sealed.
Walk through dreams and nightmares.
Blindfolded throw a spear and hit the horse, yet miss the man
Quickly to ignore the virgin in despair whil...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 01:35:00 GMT |
PINS N NEEDLES |
You are doll and victim.
I am playing with needles and wondering where to stick them.
One needle through your skin, a hit of pleasure hits my smile.
To most this act is vile.
You ask me for mercy ...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 20:44:00 GMT |
Scabs |
Picking at wounds today.
Your bones are sore tonight as you lay awake.
Is this being human to feel what you do.
The more you pick the worse you get, and live in regret.
Eventually you bleed an...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 18:20:00 GMT |
