Notice |
I recognize your presence sitting up front just like a proud parent witnessing their brat of a child knocking down the back ground sceneryHead sunken between the fibers of your hand woolen scarf Breat...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 08:18:00 GMT |
My living-closet |
Some days I would feel the feet of the world stepping down on the shouldersNaked outside with god smirking at me saying "you want it colder"?Trying to file daily routines in this itchy-skin folderWher...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 20:11:00 GMT |
Gone by...Gone, bye |
I'm walking around in the crowd
Talking loud in my mind witnessing these shoulders gone by
Watch as they drift, hit; brush by my thighs
I realize every single person know the lies
They know the truth...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 08:21:00 GMT |
paid my dues (not finished) |
Not finished yet...just somthing i wrote today
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As my vinyls collect dust
Sexual mathematical question correct my lust
One plus one will not equal your ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 07:45:00 GMT |
loss |
I dont like how i ended this one off..it mite change later on He recognized this pale face trying to hide behind drapesBattling his vomit he just regurgitated ;still mouth closed He swallowed; he ate ...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 16:45:00 GMT |
unfinshed poem called "My room" |
The bed broke the dead silence and stripped the bark off the cherry treeHand picked, full of juices, as she lost her virginityThe walls have tasted innocenceThe cracks tell us it tastes bitterThere..s...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 22:02:00 GMT |
Bell Tower (unfinished??) |
My fists blurred my vison to see the distance how far the culprit had gathered its resistance For instence I could not see the bell tower being filled with thoughts of regret It was no long the virgin...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 21:07:00 GMT |
Bottles and Cigarettes |
I stress so i take a hit of my cigarette let the cancer flow down my throat and steal my breath Sucking on the nipple of death As my breath slows I grab my beating chesttrying to breath in what airs l...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 20:54:00 GMT |
Suicide bombers |
Suicide bombers strap bombs to their chest To there gut thinking they must; thinking its just To much death in their life so they want to put their frustration to rest Every military bullet has a re-...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Apr 2006 22:59:00 GMT |
Double Appearance |
Double appearance; duel mind I admire your skin tone; the smooth surface Echoes every time I rub my cracked fingers on your bare but now vivid skinI smell your sweat as it trickles down your cheeks Tr...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 13:16:00 GMT |
