reading. |
I've had nothing to say for awhile now and maybe thats a good thing. I've been on a misson to stabalize my moods because I am broken. the little things in my brain that spurt the stuff that makes me n...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 18:38:00 GMT |
FREEDOM |
we bind ourselves
as time moves on and we grow older and occasionaly wiser we tend to bind ourselves
we get in our own way
we tie our hands together to make things harder to handle
are we bored?
When ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 10:20:00 GMT |
My New Tattoo |
I just got a new tattoo
it hurt all the way through
it hurt so good it made me feel blue
I just got a new tattoo.
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 21:52:00 GMT |
This ship |
Send me a dream on which I would wishfully think of how much I want the warmth of your arms and thus the taste of your mouth so long forgotten in this dream. I have fought and fought these demons ...
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 20:03:00 GMT |
forcefield |
can you feel my force field?
it's supposed to protect me
it doesn't work I think.
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 18:15:00 GMT |
fear in the form of a noun |
I was so afraid to touch her god forbid i break her and the time kept on traveling like a slow samba of conversation There is so much I want to say almost everyday into this cataclysmic pinwheel of de...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 16:37:00 GMT |
time twist |
Let it go streamline let it whine its a passing glance and nothing more.
You should of handed it off like a ball in play but you held onto it and she called a foul.
speakeasy speak soft speak slow kno...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 16:26:00 GMT |
What were you looking for |
What were you looking for when you stepped up to my door?
What were you looking for cause I told you what I had to offer.
Split time in half a second at a time. Wind blew south and I stepped int...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 16:23:00 GMT |
I give got |
You walked with a blank look on your face and your heart resting in your stomach which is it's normal place
a palace of acid and obsessive thoughts
purgatory and a carne asada burrito
you stared at th...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 19:17:00 GMT |
She swallows knives yo |
semi circles
stealing into the burnt dusk of day and filing out of the inner sanctum you bent down to tie your shoe and a man asked you for a cigerette, you rustled in your pocket
after
tying
your sh...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 23:28:00 GMT |
