Bad Conscience |
Burn the tissue through to flesh and feel the wounds stingThere will never be relief by a soothing release of steamThe scabs are inside out, self-inflicted from self-reflectionCongested with wicked in...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 08:15:00 GMT |
Lullabies |
Written for Season 2, Week 4 of the RSTL
Lullabies
(Tribute to Corey Taylor)
He stays reclusive when I prove my persistence,But I know he has wished of me&He's taunting me, not void...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 02:16:00 GMT |
Nobody Knows Knobody! |
Nobody Knows Nobody!(Get high with the aliens on weed Sprinkled with mo dust than Israelis on PCP*)Just a broken shell of a dope fiend whose coped with hellBut know That hell can break open when provo...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 16:34:00 GMT |
Habitual Liar |
She's just barely nineteen, still sweet and full of dreamsThough her past seems far less serene than pulling teethNot for drama queen roles, she's from her own moldSurprises grown folk with how she ac...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 21:05:00 GMT |
Point Of No Return |
All he has up his sleeves are ashesTo cover the gashes he cut in his past withThat math compass, to focus his sadnessOn sealing his pain with the seams of the slashesBut his wounds never healedDespite...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 01:36:00 GMT |
Requiems Of My Soul |
His slyly devised sexual tactics were tantricHe was mantric in makin girls erratic and franticAnd I was no different, my sinner got the betterAnd my head surpassed the clouds until my mind was inter-s...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 20:40:00 GMT |
Exhibitionist |
She didn't appear to be naughtyWith her body covered modestlyAnd long curly blonde locks framingBig honest eyes hypnoticallyBut this hottie's presence stopped meAnd I longed to meet the pretty Pouty l...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 20:17:00 GMT |
No Cure For God’s Curses |
She lives her days with no limits-And hopes for the day when his pain will deminish-He's coped with the pain and the way of livingAnd prays forgiveness for his daily sinning- even still-It seeming God...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 20:07:00 GMT |
Mad Deeds |
Never a sober moment, I stay hoping it's all worth somethingBeyond holding unreachable dreams that fade withEvery swig from of each newly opened bottle...Life at full throttle, logic holds no bars on ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 20:02:00 GMT |
Rest In Peace Bonnie B |
Abbreviated the pain, for 'ma, to ease her strain...& ease my brain, now I'm too numb to even need cocaine...But I, cut a bigger line to sniff, slip & slit my wrist...& think of all the dr...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 19:53:00 GMT |
