poem about brake ups |
living after death
layin in the room of stale memories and lasting misery i raise my hands to the sky and angrily try to find the happy place where i see her smiling face. but i'm unable to find one m... Posted by on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 09:32:00 GMT |
another poem |
Crossing Over
even when the eyes creak close, sweet dreams do not decend. upon a twisted thorny throne, i say goodbye to yet, another friend. and through this life of tumble weeds and broken smiles, i... Posted by on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 20:48:00 GMT |
another poem |
insane contemplations at 3 am
horrible contemplations occur in solitude. realizations which lead outside eyes to stare in gratidude for the perfect life they lead because one bad choice finally plante... Posted by on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 05:29:00 GMT |
another poem |
this life we all share
a turn of the knife easily becomes a twist. a small cut on the palm can magically become a slashed fuckin wrist. with the pain inside steadily bubbling and rising from it's ... Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 19:04:00 GMT |
poems |
I found this poem the other day. I wrote it when I was like seventenn, god that was like 3 years ago! anyway, i decided to post it. It's not originally mine, i got the idea for this poem from another ... Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 09:33:00 GMT |