Decorated |
it's too bad
you're not scared
it works best behind the weeping willow
last i heard
you traded it all for a gun and a spot, yeah.
so why can't we keep playing this sharade?
you're not scared, and it...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 08:40:00 GMT |
for now, you run; murmur murmur. |
breath deep last chance fast pace old colour new memory vast majority rainfall old shoes faint murmur lost translation finding nuance lease your chevy find your exit nothing means nothing you can coun...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 06:16:00 GMT |
Ethereal, the Proper Noun. |
I've lived my life an invertebrate. Kissing the ground you walk on. My absence of spine keeps me from wandering.
I only know the safety of the floor.
I worship you, but from afar on your clouds a...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 06:04:00 GMT |
I really don’t like you very much. - Kevin Fournier |
It's always a paradox with you.
you seem to contradict yourself, even when your point is just.
However, contradiction can be a very beautiful thing. It displays your personality in such an honesty and...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 05:47:00 GMT |
Remember |
There's a longing within you reaching out for re-entrance. There's a grey in your life that needs to be filled by you.
And you'll travel great distance in search of epiphany. But you won't find t...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 05:06:00 GMT |
The Walls of Unintent/The Gift of My Departure |
I am a man with expectations that impede my ability to let in. I live inside a series of walls that allow me to observe all who want to enter.
But there is no key.
There is no entry.
I prefer it that ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 04:44:00 GMT |
love is art is love - kevin fournier |
love is art is love
it's so tragic that you're plagued by sleep.
though there's magic in your dreams
you leap from pure expression to repose so deep, in your waking hours.
change is precious an...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 06:54:00 GMT |
