Ode to the "inner" |
My eternal desire to escapesuddenly becomes necessity.Loving and despising my hostility, my passion rapes to be relieved.Albeit, the burden is here to staymy mirror image projects a fiend, who hides f...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 20:24:00 GMT |
A Mawkish Poem |
The forlorn soul seeks love, And life expectably farewells the old.The wealthy often raptures by greed.I am not rich, nor oldbut, poor plethora of goods.Then, Why do I carry such a woe?Am I doomed to ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 16:24:00 GMT |
Chimera of mine |
Affection I always crave. The need for passion and long nights by your side I always dream. The longing of an understating mind parallel to mine is always ill. I found the inability of the love one al...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 10:23:00 GMT |
My Uncertain "Love" Experience |
The word never was said many times but never meant, andyour hypnosis made me lose power and control of myself.Therefore, I was afraid and I tried to escape, by thinking&"there is no such a thing as co...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 01:05:00 GMT |
Erroneous |
Flames or candles that will never go out do NOT exist, and the idea of a non- consumption of the luminescence is absurd. For years and years lonely creatures might replace this illumination with diffe...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 23:20:00 GMT |
Self-Confidence |
Apathetic, perturbed, and misunderstood is my existence.Disinterest stalks my head, and priorities blur away.And I phase rational thoughts that seem ordinary to meand yet bizarrely suicide to others.S...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 15:39:00 GMT |
My Pernicious Habit |
My palms tingle with a consistent itch,
while my blood stream asks for you.
My head spins, and my stomach cries
as a consequence of your absence.
My fingers miss your caress
and my...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 16:47:00 GMT |
Sonnet 1(self-mutilation) |
SONNET 1 (Self Mutilation)
I'm lying, hurting and damaging the soul
thinking and feeling this bloody isolation...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 20:26:00 GMT |
In my head |
In my head
There is no sound or smell just emptiness.
No movement life or color of any kind.
Nothing or no one that isnt a mess,
Or no living creature that could be my friend.
Eve...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Aug 2006 19:31:00 GMT |
YOU have... |
Pale silky hands as cold milk that warms the heart, black mysterious hair that gets you lost like a fly in a web does. Rainy fresh essence that puts tears in the blind eyes, and significant poisons ou...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 02:05:00 GMT |
