Gold Medal- All Purpose Flour |
Snow fell like powder white from now and into the night. Shavels act as hats and nobody forgets theirs before going out. Tires with chains run right down my street creating unsolvable mazes; if you wa...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 07:06:00 GMT |
Art Poster |
When you kiss me, can you taste the art? The chemical of paint exchanged- red on red: passion. The stroke of fingertips upon each other's flesh much like the spreading of paint with brushes. The world...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 07:32:00 GMT |
This is the safety; this is the surrvival... |
A decadence of holy events with my hatched wrists and deities surrounding wire framed houses to keep secrets from the outside world. Headaches, heartburn and extremely sensitive emotions are side effe...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 04:48:00 GMT |
Whiskey is dry and so is my humor! |
Ashes to ashes your ashes all turn to cloves: the best cigerettes in all the lands. I am profoundly signifigant upon where I work: they let me show up wasted. A pint, an eigth and an emotional problem...
Posted by on Thu, 25 May 2006 00:28:00 GMT |
This is a sick game... |
I'm calling you out tonight. Put our guns away; tonight we'll sit at the same table and discuss what it is between us. Phone tag will be held at ease for these short moments where we realize what we h...
Posted by on Thu, 18 May 2006 19:04:00 GMT |
Home is where we make it. I wish I moved eight months ago. |
Creating you, my worst enemy, was the worst idea I ever had. Treacherous weathers and southwestern winds will bring you back from where you are; the coldest places ever imagined. With my concocted bre...
Posted by on Wed, 17 May 2006 06:14:00 GMT |
Get me the fuck out of here! |
It's a Saturday morning, the first that I wasn't hungover in a long time. I have absolutly no plans and I'm sort of alright with that, but I feel lost when I have nothing to do. Last night didn't go a...
Posted by on Sat, 13 May 2006 06:42:00 GMT |
This is how I kiss! |
The crest of my tongue upon the palat of your mouth equals the attraction of two. Gently, putting the flat of your back against the wall and placing my left hand against your cheek; my fingers running...
Posted by on Fri, 12 May 2006 02:44:00 GMT |
I'm an addict for dramatics; I confuse the both for love. |
We're all murderous, but some are more murderous than others- it's an endeavor that makes their blood pump. From your fingertips, I can see you douced in bright red, blood, and I can't tell you why I ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 May 2006 08:03:00 GMT |
Oh Summer, Where have you gone? |
Spinning just to start heaving and it's all because it makes me feel better; in the end, I created the human heart, so with three words filled with gasping breaths, I'll have your heart in your throat...
Posted by on Tue, 09 May 2006 07:14:00 GMT |
