Sketches of (s)Pain |
i've been trying to make sense out of senseless thingsunsuccessfullyive been keeping my hands in my pockets;-ignoring those outstretched to metrying to see past tidals waving in their wakei'm asleepde...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 14:10:00 GMT |
Direction |
There's that feeling of dread again
-bottled up, yearning to be free
Beneath a visage that's deadpan
It's "worry" that's got beachfront property
On the shores of fear
It's a circle that's burdened by ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 13:12:00 GMT |
Yesterday... |
I long for the days when love, in its adolescence, allowed one to "crush" without breaking...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 16:16:00 GMT |
Sob Story... |
I feel more tethered than talented, honestly.
Fear sometimes engulfs me- to the point that
Drowning in sorrow is impossible
For at times it becomes the very air I breathe
So I guess you could sa...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 10:02:00 GMT |
Rorschach |
There's a breath of foul air that greets me as I say goodbye to the one who has many times acted in reality out of the scope or frame of seconds, minutes, hours or other measurements by which I am fai...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 07:26:00 GMT |
Woe |
she used to
renew me
now she
leaves me
here
feeling callous
completely empty.
-Woe
Posted by on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 19:51:00 GMT |
Bittersweet Taboo |
In this instance, it's silence which serves as the sound of regret; better it than breathing life into words which one may never forget...
It pains me to feel this way. It's quite unsettling, ac...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 20:48:00 GMT |
Stranger(s) things have happened... |
As I step aboard the metro train at Rhode Island Avenue Station, I observe people milling about engaged in their respective anti-social cocoons. Upon entering and finding myself without a place ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 14:31:00 GMT |
Molting |
there's something within me that is begging to come out-
its clawing, scratching and building within me. i dont know if i am ignoring it out of fear or out of knowledge. maybe i know what it could ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Dec 2005 10:52:00 GMT |
Profundity: 1st attempt |
What more is love, then?
Than an audition for a place in the heart
Where life competes for the starring role
-But more often than not, the die is cast...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 11:02:00 GMT |
