Growing up |
I don't care.Who cares if I care?Confused, lost, hopelessness,just a few words that come to mind.Heavily medicated, I realize that I have had anger and hateflowing inside me like rain in a cloud.Then ...
Posted by MyKewl on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 01:09:00 PST |
FucksonthefirstdatE |
She grabs her wine glass, Before putting on her dress. Her perfum smells the color red. The ballroom is waiting on a lusty girl...
Posted by MyKewl on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 01:28:00 PST |
Inevitability came with big eyes |
Non-smoking, the section I'll sit in for her.It was to early for us.Comfort never seemed so perfect,along with loyalty and trust.And when she layed on her side,I would look above her and sigh.Her beau...
Posted by MyKewl on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 01:31:00 PST |
Raincoats for Slopes |
That Saturday afternoon,We brought raincoats to clear skys.Before this journey, there were problemsbetween us.You were climbing the peaks of Mt.KnowingHalfway there, the ground was shakingand out of n...
Posted by MyKewl on Wed, 29 Mar 2006 02:28:00 PST |
Company loves Chemistry |
Make way the whisper shift, to far, yet along the way.Swiftly move, we swing to ournew age tunes. The closed minded are taking shotsto the brain.She had a cocky boy, Swade jackets with boots that clic...
Posted by MyKewl on Mon, 23 Jan 2006 01:35:00 PST |
"Twank," said the one with six strings |
European dreamin' when California's screamin'The city I'm from, couldn't catch up so I'm leaving the air, better breathingwithout question or cause, i'm feeling much better lostI had a meaning, b...
Posted by MyKewl on Mon, 12 Dec 2005 02:48:00 PST |
Iranda May |
The past will hunt me,Like a hawk overpowered with instinct.And her phrase "little kisses" is a source to be mentioned when falling for her glancesthat bury me.Oh how we have the exact same beauty mar...
Posted by MyKewl on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 03:24:00 PST |
They call her Pearl |
I feel like a lipstick cigerette,Stomped out by the high heel of a prostituteWith short skirt, revealing her never ending legsAnd a face that was replaced with a heart attack.Her lips hold the red of ...
Posted by MyKewl on Thu, 10 Nov 2005 12:03:00 PST |
Rambling is an Art |
I've got a lot to let out and little to give,I've got a lot to let go and little to keep.Considering to wake the more beautiful side of me,As the end will start at the beginning.Toothe ache from a wor...
Posted by MyKewl on Thu, 13 Oct 2005 12:30:00 PST |
at the moment |
Ditches make the perfect graveFor the memory of a corpse named Hope.Overwelmed with vanityAs my conscience swings dead on a rope.My reasons are scratched on a "good bye" letter,As I wish to be found b...
Posted by MyKewl on Fri, 30 Sep 2005 01:28:00 PST |
