Maybe this is true |
(im refusing to proof read it)how is itthat our humannaturelets uslove someoneeven whenthey dontlove us backwhere didour animalinstincts gofor themit is all about the presentnever aboutif theywill be...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 12:45:00 GMT |
Crawling |
palmsand kneesscabbed overfinger nailsjagged, shortblood caught in thecrevices yetshe continuesto scratch and crawltheres a pain so constanther bodyhas grown numbto ithaircoveredtangled in knotsfille...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 10:36:00 GMT |
a search |
a searchthroughthe inner workingsof the heartheadand soul(if such a thing exist)is never easily donealways resultsin an outer conflictothersunable to understandwhy, a personmust separate from the worl...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 07:54:00 GMT |
a day will come |
a day will comewhen ill never againbe ableto wake upnext to thegentle snoring ive grown accustom towhen the overwhelmingfeeling of safetythat starts out my dayturns into cold shiversin an empty beda d...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 06:08:00 GMT |
Its Not... |
it is never the sun risingor settingbehind the mountainweve climbedor the starsflying while dyingin the skyits never the words I reador the lyricsbeing sunginto my earsits the look on a facetrying to...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 13:27:00 GMT |
I wonder |
somedays I wonderif you need an addictionto be a great writerKing had cokeBukowski had boozeif so, will there be onei can fully chooseall I have isa wandering mindthat cant even trustitselfsome days I...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 07:33:00 GMT |
randomness |
If I speak my minddoes it make my thoughtsany more realIf I write it down into wordsdo they turn into fictionIf I trap them insidewill they slowly dieleaving their remainsto rot away inside meIf I sa...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 07:30:00 GMT |
Tuesday Night |
two bodieslaying nakedon a sheetcovered in particles of dustthat stick tosweaty skinthe only fleshthat makescontactis her rightpinky toeto the outsideof his left footbut that gentle pressureis enough...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 08:30:00 GMT |
the optimistic fog |
it comes then it goesthe daythe nightsthe fogtwisting around itselfonce so confiningnowsets me freefadingout the backgroundimagesforcing meto seeall the crevicesall the veinsthe skin that risesover a ...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 08:15:00 GMT |
incapable |
incapableof prolongedhappinessa contagious laughterquickly turnsto unexplainabletearswhen the world disappearsalone with thoughts fighting old cravingsto self-destructhating past actionsof doing soinc...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 07:16:00 GMT |
