These Chains Hold Too Deep |
what was done to deserve such curseswhispered softly beneath the nightdemons echoing against smooth skullquestions burning insides whole
when will these sins be purgedforgiven and forgottenwhere is th...
Posted by jo(anne). on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:56:00 PST |
A Classified Ad [a repost, circa 2005] |
his heart is pureand he knows right from wronghis love isn't for surebut he knows not to string you alongif he says he'll callit's cause he willif the intention's not therehe'll just keep it realhe's ...
Posted by jo(anne). on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 02:42:00 PST |
Inner Motions |
catch a glance in a crowd... and lock.and when you're looking right at herdirectly in her eyeswith nothing but mere particlesseparating your desires . . .
come on.tell me you don't want her right then...
Posted by jo(anne). on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 09:56:00 PST |
The Kind of Thoughts You Have at 1:02 in the Morning |
people were never meant to be put on pedestals. objects belong on pedestals, and you know why? because inanimate things have no meaning on their own. we, as humans, give objects mean...
Posted by jo(anne). on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 11:26:00 PST |
Tell Me If YOU Think This is Strange |
does it make sense to confide in someone you're suspicious of? in someone whose sheer presence puts you on edge? i know that if i had to vent about something important, i'd only ...
Posted by jo(anne). on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 11:24:00 PST |
Hunt |
show me which throats to slitand i won't hesitate to do itlike cutting through bambooi'm coming straight for you
no use in staying silenti can already pick up your scentyou're very near me, aren'...
Posted by jo(anne). on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 10:26:00 PST |
A Letter to You |
can i be honest? i like you. i think you're mad cool and i think we have alot in common. but i can't help but choke on the limitations of our interaction. words flow easily beh...
Posted by jo(anne). on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 11:47:00 PST |
Shame, America. Shame. |
"Qui-est te quitte ca'na basin-la?!" That's what my mom needed to urgently know. "Who left this in the sink?" This is what woke me up at about 6:30 this morni...
Posted by jo(anne). on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 02:51:00 PST |
Generation E-ting Disorder |
we are the barbie doll generationfix our hair and dress us upwe are the vision of your perfectionlet us hope our weight does not go up
we are just like all the fantasiesbut you cannot find us on t.v.w...
Posted by jo(anne). on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 01:43:00 PST |
Exorcism |
sitting in my roomi turned my head to the rightand there, in full bloom,was a delicate ball of light
so fragile was this sourceof beauty and wondercontaining immeasurable forcewhich quickly ...
Posted by jo(anne). on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 03:58:00 PST |
