Daylight |
Where is his sun, no refuge here just the chains that bind him each dayWhere is his salvation, this boy of summer has lost his scent of what wasAt what expense, he pays in every way but he can't bring...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 08:48:00 GMT |
TRUTH... |
Something is wrong as the earth tends to my feet, I wish to the worlds above to make this beginning completeA search comes together stemming from a broken piece, the clouds part as your legs begging f...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 01:16:00 GMT |
WORLD... |
I believe there are different worlds with different dreamsUnderstanding that, What brings joy and laughter, elsewhere brings screamsWhat Is, What does not knowSeparate forms of life might never showUn...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Nov 2008 01:33:00 GMT |
If The World Cracks... |
And so into the night a man sits perched upon a hill, holding only his fist and desire for what is his. The man can sit in this place and stare upon what he holds as his and get the gleeful feeling th...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 10:27:00 GMT |
J.C. |
A deep stare upon a cold settlementA week expired from an unfortunate choiceMy friend to you I say I'm sorryThe demons consumed and left the woundsI've never seen a sight like this beforeMe feeling ma...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 23:54:00 GMT |
Into the night |
Into the night staring at my dreamsGusts of clouds blow by shattering or simply confusing these dreamsThe stars shimmer as the moon sits rather dimUltimately fading into the sun while one lays still a...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 22:25:00 GMT |
Unrealistic Games |
"I don’t know what people thinkThe most dangerous person in the world is the man who knows exactly what he is doingThe man that knows when he swings so shall his freedomIs it a compliment to my ...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 01:18:00 GMT |
I got the news today... |
I got the news today, no one would have drawn it out this wayI swore things could not change, this mild absence changed my waysI got the news todayIn this letter i declare, a light shined from out of ...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 20:02:00 GMT |
Mystery... |
In time things crumble to the ocean and you go running to the sky The world burns and there is never pain or fear in your eyesThe way things seem they are almost not trustworthy But the innocence beam...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 21:31:00 GMT |
Psychologically Killed... |
The reflection in the mirror, the tassel hangs as the future draws nearI see a man, remembering a boy, searching a world not thinking he would be destroyed What was wanted, tomorrow is a reality, clos...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 23:07:00 GMT |
