chasing ghosts... |
missing people that don't exist anymore.not that they're dead or anything...and not that i really miss them.just... wondering when they went away.and why.like... people that you once knew packed up an... Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 08:37:00 GMT |
Another poem - Untitled |
UntitledNothing in this townExistsWithout the tainting of youOr your memory.Every buildingOr park tableIs a physical distillationOf how we wereAnd remains,For the sole purposeOf bringing meDown.Scraps... Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 21:39:00 GMT |
Everything seems perfect from far away... |
He held up the glass of water to the light and smiled."So..." he said, "Half full or half empty?"Her eyes flashed and then narrowed. "There's a crack in the bottom" she said.He put the glass on the ta... Posted by on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 20:30:00 GMT |
Insect; The Perpetual Rise and Fall Of... |
Red bodied flying thing.Feverish antennae.Feeling forwardsTowardsSomething higher. Circling,Circling,Until you reach the topWhere you are betrayed by your own weightand youFall.Mindless; y... Posted by on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 02:34:00 GMT |