Fall Ball Decent |
Well Fall Ball was decent, most of my best mates couldent go :'(But I met up with my bro (who is shiping out next year, I fergot tu slap him)I was shitin bricks fora bit cuz 3 car groups shut me down ... Posted by on Sun, 04 Oct 2009 08:22:00 GMT |
The mirror and all its excrepts |
Sit and stair at the mirror before meStiffend air echos round aboutStanding infront of the mirror-No one to my left-No one to my rightOne alone, such a simplifyed equationThe stagnate air, circulates,... Posted by on Sat, 19 Sep 2009 17:29:00 GMT |
If These Letters |
If these letters had a pointIf these letters made some senceIf these letters told a storyIf these letters made you thinkIf these letters looked at youIf these letters held ur fears in its palm, like a... Posted by on Wed, 02 Sep 2009 19:57:00 GMT |
eay? |
Drill a hole through my jawBore it out, cut it deepOnly refundable, till this fallThrough death, alive its keepIts price great, reward smallSawed in half, this is what I reapNow tiny, no longer tallTh... Posted by on Wed, 26 Aug 2009 17:05:00 GMT |
A Basket Full Of Sunshine, In The Midnight Dark |
A basket full of sunshine, in the midnight darkThe moon reminds me, a shot in the darkAs its blood creses the sky, the stars are bornOne killed, a thouzand born, stroy left in the cornResting in the g... Posted by on Mon, 24 Aug 2009 19:45:00 GMT |
No one |
Lost some where between hate and hurtTourch your insides, feel its burnWatch the skys fall red, sun colapes, relapsesDestrcution to its finest accordLost to be hidden, killed, adoredA turnaquet, holdi... Posted by on Sun, 23 Aug 2009 20:49:00 GMT |
Living in the charcoal colord life, its soot |
Like your out of gasNo effert nor want for classNo real desire to passNo letter to the massLike your brokenYour gears lost or stolenYour sprit like the dandylion, crushed to bits, floats away like pol... Posted by on Mon, 17 Aug 2009 16:17:00 GMT |
Sitting Here, Upon The Floor |
Sitting Here Upon The FloorSlowed breathing, feeling it at my coreSo tired, leaning agianst a doorThe room tilts back and forth, to and froEverything slowed, not even a hourCommon, just two more.....S... Posted by on Sat, 08 Aug 2009 15:28:00 GMT |
The Conductors Chess Game |
Faceless in the mistHideing, at a distanceAwaiting to pounceNo screams, No words to be pronouncedKept close, to the groundHidden, not going to be foundBlead dry, in the pitsFlesh riped to tiny bitsFoo... Posted by on Fri, 07 Aug 2009 13:50:00 GMT |
"Silent Words" by "Scars of Life" |
Inside alonethis world's coming down on me againNowhere to run toas these twisted thoughts flow through my headI never wanted to break awayCan't help that I don't feel the sameAnd now I'm standing her... Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 16:02:00 GMT |