now or forever hold your... |
we are never going back. to the days, to the time, to the moment, to the one time, to the last time, or to the once upon. its now or never. never to what? i clearly don't understand. either do i. i re...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 17:04:00 GMT |
the subject is... |
stop, wait for that breathe to catch up. we are still short, and definitly out of time. why? what is the matter here, we got a situation with no meaning, unless we are looking at it the wrong way, pos...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 02:14:00 GMT |
counting on |
this is the year of white witnessing my own fixation has no intentions of conclusionexistance has a calling for devestation to satisfyinhalation of the grotesque eurphoria spirit of the kind, congradu...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 15:24:00 GMT |
this time |
in the wake of this morning, i opened my eyes to hope to see everything how it used to be, instead my visions slowly faded to a winters devestation. everything she is surrounds me like the cold. i hav...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 11:52:00 GMT |
i don't understand. |
i've been waiting for something or possibly nothing. make sure this gate is secure for i must not let this ocean capsize my intentions of being a better man. if i cant breath i know i am drowning, so ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 01:45:00 GMT |
low fuel lights and a chance to find |
when my voice calls for you. echoes are all i find. i been awake for weeks in fear that if i close my eyes i will forget your face.
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 21:58:00 GMT |
racecar |
i was fully aware that the intentions of spoken truth were to remind me of something. it wasn't disguised but i couldn't make clear. risk. its this calling or the regret of noticing the wea...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 01:36:00 GMT |
self addressed letter |
like i once said before i am a compass rose with the directions erased. i find nothing here that makes me believe that i am due for something better then what now is. these additives don't add anythin...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 17:07:00 GMT |
three of three |
i guess this note reminds you of constant reminders of the ways you've never seen me before. replay turns into slow motion. question everything we know. we all hurt. we know nothing of others and othe...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Aug 2005 00:08:00 GMT |
jumping for jesus |
when three shots wounded four you are asking too many questions. intermission please, its beginning to become unhealthy. visions unleashing altered pictures of memories of what these eyes have never s...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jul 2005 00:22:00 GMT |
