At Large... |
I like songs about drifters- books about the same. They make me feel a little less insane. Walked on off to another spot. I still havent gotten anywhere that i want. Did I want love? Did i need to kno...
Posted by Capt. R.P.S. on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 03:51:00 PST |
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In the back of the room is where you'll find yourself laying on the table, crossed arms, opened eyesYour face is the only thing I cant see now.How can we find ourselves if all is already lost?Is there...
Posted by Capt. R.P.S. on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 07:56:00 PST |
When the nights were long and the days didnt exist |
Mud turns to clay, molded into bricks, buildings of stone built into ancient civilizations torn down from the inside like ourselves.We tare ourselves apart until theres nothing left but a shattered be...
Posted by Capt. R.P.S. on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 02:20:00 PST |
So why try? |
This is fish number six hundred and fourty-one in a lifetime of goldfish. My parents bought me the first one to teach me about loving and caring for another living breathing creature of God. Six hundr...
Posted by Capt. R.P.S. on Mon, 14 Nov 2005 11:03:00 PST |
Some of my stuff..... |
I have lost faith but have not lost hope, for us. Whats it gunna take, what will it take? Turning a blind eye is a trigger to a loaded gun, when will we realize we are all one? Seperate peices fall to...
Posted by Capt. R.P.S. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Everyone who knows me should fill his out!! |
01. who are you, what's our relationship:
02. how and where did we meet:
03. what's my middle name:
04. how long have you known me:
05. tell me one good thing about myself:
06. when you first saw...
Posted by Capt. R.P.S. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Stand Your Ground |
I know I'll never be good enough
And I don't care 'cause I'm never giving up
How does it feel when you can't hold your own?
How does it feel when desperation has left you alone?
It feels as if thi...
Posted by Capt. R.P.S. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Everyones Favorite band!!!!! |
And I will flail under these lights that seep down from the bitter sky tonight
and I will kick and beat my wrists together
and feel an ocean breathing waves, feel them licking at my face.
Ceilings...
Posted by Capt. R.P.S. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Closed Casket Requiem |
dear diary, tonight will be our last
my hands are itching for razors
my angel, this knife shall carve thee wings
consumed by sickness, i ache to see your blood
the hour approaches when i shall lay...
Posted by Capt. R.P.S. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
murder |
The light cut you down and out
Catastrophic behavior destroys everything close
But leaves untouched everything deserving
A strong feeling of ill will
Dark purple-black
That is the color of hearts...
Posted by Capt. R.P.S. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
