truth |
trapped in a prison of my own flesh
searching for a way to spring me
finding salvation
under a surgeon's knife
filling the hole in my soul
with strategically placed silicone
slice...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 14:28:00 GMT |
works best spoken [disclaimer] |
A stroll down the lane
Faggot
Your mother doesn't love you
Queer
You deserve your punishment
Cocksucker
You don't deserve adopted kids, but you can lease 'em
Fudgepacker
You'll marry over my dead body...
Posted by on Sun, 14 May 2006 16:25:00 GMT |
hmmm .... |
hmmm
corruptable me
if you just ask me i just might
if you press me i probably will
try me i might take
ply me and be surprised
whisper what you want
so your will may take action
hollar those h...
Posted by on Sun, 14 May 2006 16:22:00 GMT |
a work in progress that i hope gets better |
{Work in progress}
it was sixty-nine hours of pretending
there were sixty-nine minutes posing as truth
allowing sixty-nine moments of us
leaving sixty-nine times we said and unsaid everything a...
Posted by on Sun, 14 May 2006 16:21:00 GMT |
sometimes |
glowing velvet
sweating beautiful
on my blanket
c'mon and share it with me
we'll force a smile or two
until it gets easy
passing the time
with the nearby
hear that tenderness
that's comi...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Dec 2005 12:42:00 GMT |
