Paved |
I washed in blood Tell me why am I unclean?Death pours behind my eyesTell me what is this I see?Dripping thick like muddy rain Castigating hope with bamboo canes Leaving flesh intact only rend the so...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Sep 2009 14:37:00 GMT |
My here and now |
Pain, sex, mix with intoxication I breathe that need in.
Numb nerves a body
deprived.
Bites, slaps, hard thrusts,
I need passionI need oblibertion
still willing take one in lie...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 21:26:00 GMT |
never on time to strong video |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rA5Sf15KnZY
Posted by on Mon, 09 Mar 2009 01:26:00 GMT |
LET ME KNOW IF UR READING!!!!!! |
So its kinda cool to know that some of you are reading my blogs. I hope what I write invokes thought or emotion that effect your everyday life. Anyway give me a shot out I would love if you let me k...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 12:45:00 GMT |
Because Just Saying We Can is Never Enough |
Where do we go from here? After the fan fair and the glitter is sweep from the streets, what changes? The lives of our peers become a reoccurring drama viewed daily and discussed with a sim...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 00:14:00 GMT |
Unrequited |
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Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 16:43:00 GMT |
Letter to Oprha |
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President&
But some things will never change 1995....
This game wasn't told to me
It was sold to me
And we are never free...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 07:20:00 GMT |
I & ME & THE LOOKING GLASS SELF |
There is absolutely no point to this blog if I were you I would stop reading right now! My life is just so monotonous I take pleasure in the smallest of things. You can't possible comprehend the joy I...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 07:43:00 GMT |
SELF prophecy a scray story (I wrote it on Halloween and forgot to put it up. |
Jane was late. Not that mattered nothing had meaning. She wobbled a bit in her baby pink pump as she struggled to carry the heavy black duffel bag across the field to her Saturday class meeting....
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 05:39:00 GMT |
