she is always there and always returnes |
sadness, she is my love and my life she comes and goes as she pleases, but she always returns each night to hold me as i drift off into my dreams, im a horrible love however, i cheat on her with happi...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 16:44:00 GMT |
Scars |
i feel as though i am dieing in this cave i call a room for thus my heart bleeds as it screams for help but thus those that aid its call seem to know nothing of its past or its gloruis rise and devist...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 19:40:00 GMT |
going with the flow |
so its been like idk..... forever since ive dated anyone and guess what?. i am now im dateing this awesome girl Mouse and yeah shes a realy chill girl and she has the best rapotor impresion on the PLA...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 17:55:00 GMT |
locked away |
as i sit alone in my room , my desolet tower, my tomb there is but not a sound in the world outside of my headphones that thump to the beats that bleed through my soul, and how i feel i am growing old...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 20:35:00 GMT |
the movies |
for it would seem that every time i visit the wakefeild movie theater i always end up seeing ghost of my past, be it and old girlfriend and her boyfriend and or their family, for it makes me ponder ho...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 15:55:00 GMT |
brandy |
her fur was marune and pure as here brown eyes where always sure to show her love and trust that was always the best cure. for when down she would lift you up bye laying on your lap or rolling around ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 21:09:00 GMT |
a man sits in a busy mall |
As the world swirls around him people passing as if he wasent there girls guys couples singles talking of things that wont be realvent to days from now i wish i could find a gem amongst the wave of pe...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 22:00:00 GMT |
the house out side of town pt3 |
As we finally arrive at the house me and Gren sneak around to the back door of this old farm house on the edge of the town you can see down below for this was a rickety old place on the top of a hill ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 20:50:00 GMT |
as i come to pt2 |
i liked the last poem so this is the continue ation of it but it is not real it is all fictious.and holds no relavence to realy life situations its just for funAs i fade in and out i can feel the bree...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 16:04:00 GMT |
hold the lines pt1 |
As I sit on the truck with close friends shoulder to shoulder in the cold winters air smoking cigs as we wait with our guns in our hands heading to the front lines in the greatest war of all time, som...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 22:03:00 GMT |
