your bond slave baby |
weird dayswild feelingsthings you regretthings you forgetwhen your lost in your lust my mind can't measure the picture and everything I love is being beatn upWith love's blood in my armsstarring at th...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 12:08:00 GMT |
Takers<> |
takerstaking everythinggive yourself a presentwhile looking in the mirrorlisten to your voice and do yourself a favorwhere is your heartwhere is your soleit must be hiding inside a conversationyou had...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 22:45:00 GMT |
Something 3 |
jail light copsyelling and walking a lineblue cell detention cryingafraid to look at my eyes in the mirrorbut just once to look insideone moment is a lifetimeone gesture is a poemsecretly telling you ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 12:36:00 GMT |
something 2 |
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I saw a photo today that made my heart burnI don't know why I looked because I knew it would hurtI was like a child burning his handIf he was in love with fireYea I played with matchesI fuckin...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 12:02:00 GMT |
White and Brown |
Just like a fight. Just like war. Just like a fealing that disappears with a metaphore Caught up in fear, caught up in anger, and caught up in jelousy.
Look with strain dark man in you...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 14:00:00 GMT |
"Belief And Technique For A Modern Prose" -by Jack Kerouac |
"Beleif and Technique for a Modern Prose"1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy 2. Submissive to everything, open, listening 3. Try never get drunk outside yr own ho...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 08:43:00 GMT |
nothings better to be nameless |
Chances are that our own understanding is worth nothing to us. The usefulness is not in anyway beneficial. The need for comfort is remnant from fear wich is the cause of every form of pain I...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 12:08:00 GMT |
