On the cessation of life |
Wind blows cold hearts melt snowwe sit beneath a tree of greenwhose leaves will soon turn to autumn goldAges on together we'll lie'neath the black and blueof a subtle night skyAs time drags onthe snow...
Posted by Paratactic Syntax on Thu, 22 May 2008 12:21:00 PST |
On songs I wrote |
I've spent every night in your roach motelif you don't kiss then I won't tellhow I feel or what it would meanso lets, be true, just, lets come cleanAnd I swear someday we'll be alrightjust maybe, it j...
Posted by Paratactic Syntax on Wed, 14 May 2008 11:14:00 PST |
On natural disasters |
college term paper. too bad im not in school. read it anyhow.Natural Disasters term paper
On December 20, 2004, on the boundary of ...
Posted by Paratactic Syntax on Mon, 12 May 2008 09:41:00 PST |
On marble cities in the sea |
I wanna forget everything we didevery moment i spent with youits all worthless except the weight in sorrow that comes with itbut its ruined nowand brokenlike meits just goneand fucked upand uglywe mad...
Posted by Paratactic Syntax on Sat, 10 May 2008 04:11:00 PST |
On multitudes |
i had the most awful nightmare ever and it was about you.and it spawned the most beautiful verse ive ever writtenbut thinking about you made it leaveand for that i will always hate you...
Posted by Paratactic Syntax on Sat, 10 May 2008 04:04:00 PST |
I quit writing, honestly |
its a waste. i decided earlier that growing up is just another wording for giving up. now i give up. goodbye dear friends. at least for now.
Posted by Paratactic Syntax on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 12:02:00 PST |
As the wings of the dove |
my eyes and hands are as the wings of a dove;the rest is entrails in a paper bag.
Posted by Paratactic Syntax on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:03:00 PST |
On dreams; pt 2 |
On dreams, pt 2 Sometimes I wonder why certain dreams are just reflections of reality or 'reflections' of an ideal reality and why some are so bizzare and nonsensical. I'm not sure whic...
Posted by Paratactic Syntax on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 11:30:00 PST |
On you |
I thought that you could keep in touchI guess I just expected too muchI thought that you would be my friendBut like before, it had to endI thought that we could talk sometimesbut I'm still alone; stil...
Posted by Paratactic Syntax on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 10:47:00 PST |
On what (be)lies beneath |
I sit in a cavernous room untouched by light save for the few stray rays that navigate past the blacked out windows. I am counting the tiles in the bathroom. But I am sitting in the parlour. As of lat...
Posted by Paratactic Syntax on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 09:39:00 PST |
