kill me |
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Posted by on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 05:23:00 GMT |
floating.. |
ehhevveverything feels like it is nothing.and i am only happy when this feeling's in meand i can't describe..when it comes i cant believemy feelings for this everythingmy shape it changesrearranges my...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 02:11:00 GMT |
some long ass poem i wrote three years ago |
05-15-03 10:00 PMi'm so fuckin sick of all this shit.i don't think i can handle it.too much people, too much issues.i don't want to worry anymore.light me up that shit.just light.smoke away my misery....
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jun 2006 13:31:00 GMT |
why can't i just be forgotten? |
the lightprojects fromthe moonand lands inyour eyesthat createssuch a beautifulviewseen from thebalconyunder thestarry skymy ohmyyour eyesso youngand so fairsame shadeas your hairso thin andsofreebut ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 23:07:00 GMT |
old, old poem.. don't ask |
help me, i'm not strong
how can this be so wrong
i'm talking to your shadow
because you won't hear me out
i tell you that you're selfish
and then you begin to shout
from the way you look at me
...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jan 2006 15:46:00 GMT |
great song by the eels |
and every time you crave for me i'm, here
and anything you hunger for i'll share
and i will be quietly standing by
while slowly i am dying inside
hold me in your arms
and let me be the one who...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 20:26:00 GMT |
the comfort within |
what a beautiful sound
the sound of nothing
the sound of something
so anxious to begin
if we hold our ground
we might find
a place of reason
the comfort within
but it's all the same
life'...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Nov 2005 20:50:00 GMT |
nothing important |
the rain falls down
and everybody listens to the outcome
of the thunder clouds
that creeps over all our gloomy faces
it's the perfect day
to hide the sadness that is around you
got to find a way...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Oct 2005 19:02:00 GMT |
new poem . . |
piece by piece
02-18-05 10:40 PM
piece by piece
i pull myself together
but where is my heart?
my whole, my center?
souless and on my knees
where you left me
struggling for air
i spit out ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Feb 2005 19:45:00 GMT |
poem.. |
a lonley thought . . .
02-17-05 08:28 PM
i hear the children playing
all through the day
through the mornings and the nights
i still hear them play
so happy, so joyfull
so careless and young
...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Feb 2005 17:31:00 GMT |
