Pressure Point |
Drain the passion from your mind.Leave the good life far behind.Some people have none,but we aren't counting limbs.The world is against you,Give up. Give in.I am the cancer. The kind that makes you st...
Posted by DarkHorse on Sat, 19 May 2007 09:16:00 PST |
Smack Dab |
Maybe if you weren't so arrogant.I Could put a name upon you, hum a name upon itEverytime.You spread and I fold.All the time.I am too messed up to scold.Twist around.I love to stab the truth.An...
Posted by DarkHorse on Mon, 14 May 2007 03:56:00 PST |
Thought you knew me |
Oh. Ouch. What a bad mistake.Brought a gun and you brought silly string.What do I mean? It is irrelevant. Everything is a joke. Drink it down like sediment.Think you really got me pegged?Happy to see ...
Posted by DarkHorse on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 06:08:00 PST |
Abs For Jesus |
I don't usually post funny stuff, but damn this article had me in stitches. Check it out. The picture will tell you if you want to read this article or not...Click anywhere to check out The Onion, bec...
Posted by DarkHorse on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 04:11:00 PST |
Quiet Fire (Rated R) |
Seeing you again is such a treat,I think you've lost your senses.Seeing you fail makes my heart swell.Now, I don't feel so defenseless.You were the man. What happened to you?You had the girls. They or...
Posted by DarkHorse on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 12:56:00 PST |
Past River's End |
Candice, are you ever coming home?You have been away for such a long time.I thought you would grow bored.You never stayed anywhere that long.His calming waters don't seem so calm.But I can't argue aga...
Posted by DarkHorse on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 11:47:00 PST |
Pivotal in the Clutch |
Tongue tied and trippingDesperately gripping for things that might help clear my veins.I'm always almost slippingInto ways to numb my pain. Creating new things.Why am I always defending my "Mister Hyd...
Posted by DarkHorse on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 10:57:00 PST |
no age of the sullen man. |
Orchid, I'm so sorry that I ripped your little petalsAnd, I pulled and poked and meddledNow that everything seems settledIt all still feels askewI tortured all the awesome things about youKilled piece...
Posted by DarkHorse on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 05:24:00 PST |
The Pony and His Lung |
Why can't I cry? Just a little bit?Stabbing stains.Blood and pain.I thought I was through with this.Saccharine sweet. Repeat. Release.No inner peace.I should be far beyond these things.I've tried to s...
Posted by DarkHorse on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 02:27:00 PST |
I Hope You Like Orchids |
You try to force me. You try to run me in the ground.You cannot own me. I can leave without a sound.I am. I am. I am because I am. I build. I kill. I build again because I'm OCD.What's is this about W...
Posted by DarkHorse on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 01:50:00 PST |
