sEX |
1. Would you mind me being in control?2. Would you pull my hair / ears?3. Would you whisper freaky shit in my ear?4. Would you talk dirty to me?5. Would you kiss me with a little tongue or a lot of to...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:07:00 GMT |
really shit |
Dream the one thing keeping going.Manipulated by modern;nightmares.Cord of life, restriction.Cord of a dream,Gateway to life.
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 12:37:00 GMT |
real shit |
Mother of the unborn child,she does not know it yet.Soft hands of innocense,garnishes with blood.Blue tinted eyes, stung with salt.That mouth once fed, now feeds itself.Grass so sharply cut.Stone so s...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 12:36:00 GMT |
shit shit shit |
Its moving, ever twisting/turning, morphing;
Moving at a speed that tears it apart.
It moves through the air ever warming it, but ever making it cool.
Its entirely engulfed, From corner to corner in a...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 10:53:00 GMT |
even more shit |
as the rain pours i see my face in each drop,twisted and malformed,those faces are yours.
i am you and you are not me.but behind your eyes is there me?do they give you energy, or do they take it all ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 17:44:00 GMT |
more shit |
never forget, never remember, but to do both would be wrong
happy memorys, are the worst memorys
but bad memorys are the best memorys
experiances are fake, there not special, there the way its not tr...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 17:25:00 GMT |
shit |
walking 2 feet off the ground and not caring where im going.
knowing ppl really well but them not knowing you.drive a knife into my soul, make it unbearable for anyone to love me so.
your face goes di...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 16:36:00 GMT |
shit |
loosing a layer everytime it happens.worms underneath the surface making it hollow.adding a lock each time and making it harder for the next person.its time to move on only i know why but it will bare...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 16:30:00 GMT |
shit |
walk throught the flames that ease your pain, & nbsp; &nb...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 16:16:00 GMT |
another poem |
why do you walk this painful road.so full of blood, sorrow and heart ache.what is your name....... you do not know.what is your meaning....... you do not know.
where do i go, were do i run.where ever ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Nov 2005 11:28:00 GMT |
