I've nowhere left to run. |
"Where has the time gone?" Seconds spent counting minutes, expecting hours, anticipating days.Uncertainy is a vacuous state of being. With an insatiable hunger, it will devour every grain of sand danc...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Nov 2009 02:20:00 GMT |
(a confession.) |
I was a fool to question myself, still I took the risk merely to satisfy my convictions. I wasn't suprised to find that "God's green inheritance" was nothing more than a decrepit lie told to give us a...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 06:44:00 GMT |
For the sake of stirring leaves & heavy rain. |
Tickets now on sale: My life; the great convolution of all that is joy and sorrow
this one's a sellout people, no time to delay. The fool with three facets, able to pack a house with proper lies and s...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 23:53:00 GMT |
fragile. |
I guess I shouldn't be mad, after all, he's making a valiant effort to make up for all those lost years. But still, the thought of those years brings an all too familiar pang of conviction to the hear...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 23:42:00 GMT |
Peek-a-boo... |
Where'd you go? I could've sworn you we're just here a second ago, keeping me warm with that smile...
oh well, must be these tired eyes playing tricks on this tired mind. But you were just here...I'm...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 00:45:00 GMT |
Truer words were probably spoken... |
Don't get too close, you'll find yourself far away.
Don't open that door too much, you'll find it slammed in your face.
Don't think about it too hard, you'll find yourself dumbfounded.
Don't walk too ...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:32:00 GMT |
schematic to a fantasy profession. |
It's time.
the wheels are in motion, theres no turning back.
go ahead, take the avenue, I perfer to climb mountains.
Here's to steep drops and deadly falls.
they say it wont happen, they...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:18:00 GMT |
Busy signals from the suicide hotline... |
"...pick up."
"...come on, pick up."
you're not there.
Why would you be? After all, it's just little old me.
I don't know what I expected...a conversation?
I had nothing to say a...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 16:59:00 GMT |
me. |
His hands smelt of rust...
He said he would never let it get like this again, it was a one-time only feeling, he said he learned from his mistake. But alas, the weak minded (and weaker-willed) mouse h...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 11:37:00 GMT |
Free write 1 |
It's been a while, hasn't it? I almost forgot you were there, once the shining star of my desire, now merely a dying ember being caressed away by the force of the almighty tick-tock.
There's that smil...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:15:00 GMT |
