Not a poem, a ramble |
Can you dance?Do you have the power to make feet that were once idle move again?Shall you and i samba across our ideal exsitanceOr is it for us to waltz back to a reality less fortunateBut with ... Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 01:30:00 GMT |
Story about a guy in a bar, but in 1st person. |
There were well over a hundered faces in that bar, but all I could see was the face on that one. I had to see it, why must my eyes be drawn to painful beauty. I knew this woman would be a one night ta... Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 04:27:00 GMT |
read slowly |
incoent souls break freefrom the painof the affectation.faslse accusationdefonition of creationkeeping free declarationwe try to donone can sueus for gving freedom a shotso get the fuck outta the... Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 05:02:00 GMT |
beep booprobots |
standing atop the peaklooking down on the deepthink if you are meant to be the man you arewondering should i swayor just walk awayand try to swaysomeother day Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 22:56:00 GMT |
Poetic failure |
The truth is somethingthat can never beunderstood, changing so much more then it should So many truths are based on fabricated lies. Over time th... Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 20:40:00 GMT |