Was It Once Simple? |
Faulty, always trailing behind,Just throw me on the spotlight if you'd like!Do not stand around in the background,Follow me tto the sounds of our hearts breaking;A screechinig shatter of delicate glas... Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 16:59:00 GMT |
The Ease Of Surrender |
Surrender should be easy, uncomplicated.All it requires is that one does nothing.The muscles lax, No longer with tension smashing themselves against a resisting tideBut granting permission instead to ... Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 13:07:00 GMT |
Imprisoned Thought |
His iris's smoked blackNot dissimilar to that which spits forth from volcanic breathThe gloved night diced through a serrated horizonBeaming through bladed skies, enveloping my eyeThose mysterious poo... Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 20:36:00 GMT |
Well, Geesh, It's 3:14 am |
If I knew the next verse I'd tell youAnd restore my equilibriumWhile throwing fake flowers to the gutterWhich symbolizes you and IAnd all of us mashed togetherLike Grandma's peppery onion breathIf I k... Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 20:51:00 GMT |
Chains |
Karma in it's collision with fate illustrates the individuals realityThe chain links of personal energy release, circulate to then relapseWhat goes around indeed returns with positives sent from one s... Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 20:20:00 GMT |
Complexities |
The complexities are the rivals of reality.They make me certain of what is unreal.Your kiss is their perfect unruly paradigm.There is no softness to be touched here.To join these lips would mean their... Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 19:21:00 GMT |
Call Me Beautiful |
Call me pretty
Paint me in pink
Dress me up in a girlie dress
Kitty heels
Pretty kills
Made up
Dressed up
FAKE
Label me cute
Cuddle me green
Outfit me in a jumpsuit pressed
Pigtails
Little lace frills... Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 23:27:00 GMT |
Boxes |
Somewhere there is a box with all the answersOverflowing from it's cardboard sidesLabeled "No More Questions"In thick black SharpieAnd under my bedSits a box with all my sinsForest green jealousyClay ... Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 07:49:00 GMT |
Screaming Streets |
I found myself out there cause I didn't want to be alone.
But I've got a full pack of smokes and a $50 to secure my ride home.
Every night out, it's all the same.
The streets are mad blotches of black... Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 02:05:00 GMT |
Newspaper Nation |
Lead by bridled frustration, a self induced sedation
Hollow conservative class, letting dreams pass
Wishing the ideas were real, a message we could feel
But censorship suffocates and the meaning dissi... Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:53:00 GMT |