Lines |
The wine lights her lipsThe gears and their tricksSway and I slipThe wine lights my lipsThe grey lights her eyesA thousand lines sculpt staccato scarsScraping sad stories across my sighsShe blinks and...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 20:59:00 GMT |
Program .001 |
The failure to recognize the constant of clicheInebriates a soft mind with the warm glow of A soft hope..She swirls sweetly across planned paintingsWith innocent steps and intricate dipsThe beauty por...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 23:37:00 GMT |
November (A Story) . Chapter 1 : Introduction , Chapter 2 : The Little B*tch |
.1 and introduction by the authorWhen I was in 10th grade I had a friend. We were both very busy with school, so the only time we talked to each other was online, around 10 pm. The chat program then w...
Posted by on Sun, 14 May 2006 03:42:00 GMT |
electro.love |
i can follow the pattern on your hipsthe circuitry lights your lipsliquid lights lazily lick soft switches the mechanism dripsi can follow the pattern in your eyesthe circuitry slips and sighsfollowin...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 02:38:00 GMT |
and she was. |
Nothing to cap off a brisk walk to school like sitting down in class only to realize there are a ton of hot pieces in the lab. I doffed my jacket in one smooth motion. Hoping that certain eyes caught ...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 16:34:00 GMT |
an explanation through survey |
in an extreme testament to my complete degradation into a complete myspace whore, i will work the proverbial cyber-corner and fill out this survey. it should also noted that i am a lazy slacker in cla...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 09:13:00 GMT |
memento |
printed colors juxtaposed against the wind
imprint your fingerprints along my skin
colors are seasons that swirled in your eyes,
and the sound in your breath that sighed
your complexion performe...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jan 2006 11:52:00 GMT |
there are no angels |
I work for a billionaire. It's easy to watch shows on TV about rich people, how they spend their rich lives, living their rich dream, endearing or distancing themselves from us through their celebrity...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 07:03:00 GMT |
the break |
autumn is colored asphalt
and the answers in her eyes are orange
breath comes in shivers
and her lips stitch warmth along my spine
rainbows die in autumn
my true love lay softly down
froze...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Nov 2005 09:00:00 GMT |
statistic |
admitting i like to walk in the rain
is admitting i'm another sad poetic schmuck
admitting i like to write poetry
is admitting i'm another sad poetic schmuck
self-effacing or self-depracating...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 15:17:00 GMT |
