Ode to a Flintstones push pops |
I can only think of one thing that can help me now, as I try to forget the taste of an all night party. Flashbacks of cheap malt liquor in excess, a variety of borrowed cigarettes, cocaine dripage, an...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 10:14:00 GMT |
maybe yes |
She asked, "do you ever feel like running away". Her tone spoke more truth than her words, it was an invitation not a question. I cut her off as she attempted to break the silence, and hesitated. I ...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 13:42:00 GMT |
blood under a burnt bridge |
Selfish humanity,My inability to explain in words you would never want to hear, compels me to choke the hate from your last breath. I could offer a million reasons why. Yet you still wouldn't care, ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 04:12:00 GMT |
love will tear us apart |
In the unwelcoming chill of a winter night, I walk with one thought in mind. At the end of a road only lined with bare birch trees, she waits inside her promising home. Tired and cold out of the...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 04:04:00 GMT |
