Detaching |
Summer of bliss, love warm as sleet.Grape vines slowly wrapping around the charcoal trees,caressing it's every wound, regenerating every inch of life.Sun shines through every crack, loosening the dark... Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 21:59:00 GMT |
Sanity's fall |
I walked her out the front door, pressed my finger on her lips and locked it closed.Shadows continuously climbed through the windows but I received no chill.A creek whispered in my ear, hills ran up m... Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 18:47:00 GMT |
The softness of mental abyss |
The window painted a cold, gray loneliness.But my eyes brushed through the smoking glass.Gazing at the fall birds flowing through trees, disappearing into leaves.Branches broken into words floating in... Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 18:54:00 GMT |
Little Souless Doll |
Fingered glass tears steadily scroll down her hard porcelain skin.The hair on her head is rough like billow.What has happened? The thoughts in her plastic mind shatter.She's lying on the floor with no... Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 11:09:00 GMT |
Just for giggles |
The world is banging on my door, trying to break in and get me.Get me for my high jinks on society. They don't like me, They don't like my jokes.They don't find me funny.I never wanted silence, I enjo... Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 12:06:00 GMT |
Coitus |
In the dark room, two bodies sharing airHe whispers cliche words, her smirk gives away less than it shouldThe heat rising, they've done this beforeThe intoxication, oh that's just an excuseShe's still... Posted by on Tue, 17 Feb 2009 03:32:00 GMT |
What can be done? |
There's a voice that speaks out to me, telling me to come forth. I follow the vast voice hoping to show me guidance. Down the shallow well is where I pause with patience, waiting for my answer, my sav... Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 20:47:00 GMT |
The girl is beautiful |
Her insecurities strive for some attentionshe doesn't realize the harm her pretty little face can doAs she sits up against his bathroom wall and looks down at her handssomething hits her, she knows th... Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 03:09:00 GMT |
For Lisa Meshel<3 |
The wind whispered in her ear such a sweet serenadeHer eyes responded automatically, and as the salt fell ontothe icy floorThe very green of earth started to sprout, making the cold lonely world begin... Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 19:14:00 GMT |
You can’t change |
There was a little flower more stubborn than a rockwho decided he didn't want to listen to mother nature.She says to all her budding children "You all must begin to bloom in the spring, so you can be ... Posted by on Wed, 24 Dec 2008 17:09:00 GMT |