The coldest feeling have letters |
I see me growing past my feet I see only leaves of three to let it be, I want all I can't have thus my desire is burned in the fire and wims and will go in the wind and ashes. To the fire place to get...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 18:33:00 GMT |
some crap I wrote in Seattle |
see my eyes completley blood shot with the worst pieces of me leaking from the harden yet patient shell, I see the ten digit flesh and bone kavorkian scarf around my neck to learn the strange bedfello...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 20:24:00 GMT |
the graces of balet |
How blind am I I felt the touches of grace and dancers legs against mine though the quick sand around my ankles dragging down but to the unknown, with my sight seeing only light in the time of darknes...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 10:16:00 GMT |
Lucky to make it alive |
Dig thought an ocean of dirt to find a sea bed of decease all this glory found in a hole in the wall thought the window in your head to find a split between man and boy as conspicuous as girl and woma...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 11:49:00 GMT |
my travels as gulliver |
When you got that feeling to the bottom of your soles of your travels talk to the man of the town in he crevace and crack of every wall he has the experience without of a man among giants or a outcast...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 10:53:00 GMT |
Dr. jekyle and mister me. |
I found the darker day as silent fool and a loud wise man acting foul to the beat of an old english story a mister jeykl and jack jumping over a bon fire pit, hyde hiding away words and worlds a...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 13:39:00 GMT |
seconds anyone? |
Foam at the mouth as I lay awake talking ot my pale ghastly friends I just meet even though thieve been hear longer then death and dear johns, I can sleep though your interogations and get off on the ...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 22:54:00 GMT |
The moving shore leave |
Pour me again rolling on the shore before leave I know now surley I will sleep alone so let me die for the ones that will slowly fade as all else, as a diamond, riddled at the idea that it last foreve...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 22:34:00 GMT |
deaf love |
Did I say some thing to offend did you not believe me when I told you I would battle the gods, explain to me because i can't hear facts from fallacy only us falling through time failing not to let my ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 11:31:00 GMT |
The priest and the locust preloude |
In the small town of sioux falls south dakota shotgun shells fell at 10:43 am and diden't stop until 11: 54 that morning. the reason I say this was because I was on that porch where the shells fell my...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 22:47:00 GMT |
