torture.

untitled.

i don't know if it's the sex or the drugsbut either way you've got me by the soulfeelings of addiction where i define the lines constructing the streets of peace with hidden meanings and metaphors to ...
Posted by torture. on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 05:27:00 PST

images.

i paint to paint pictures of poverty. third world children hear my cry. we transform hunger into dreams come true. where im from the politiks are all lost hopes. we fight wars of anger and lose the le...
Posted by torture. on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 09:03:00 PST

a pink shout-out.

the dirt that lines the street places you below it without a minds opinion strung out used up disposed of is too good to be true if only that pink could honestly bring a child happiness when they see ...
Posted by torture. on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 02:55:00 PST

broken.

as i type with one hand, i wonder. i wonder of the days i had two. two hands. two dollars. two lovers. two drinks. two. then i met a youthful boy with his hat turned sideways. all the way sideways (no...
Posted by torture. on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 08:08:00 PST

darkness.

so cold with eyes wide shut i dream about the long nights with you looking back they were too short now face down i face corners beams of light hit the black floors behind me i never knew you me...
Posted by torture. on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 05:42:00 PST