You know who you are... |
To be numbed when it comes to you, is all I really want. ..tr> To feel nothing when I hear your name, see your face, hug you. That's all I need. To be blissfull...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 19:14:00 GMT |
Waste of Time |
It's like my hands were moulded to hold you.My heart was taught not to let go of you.And I know, it's all a waste of timeIt's like my eyes were made for crying.and my lips were intended for lying.And ...
Posted by on Sun, 31 Aug 2008 01:07:00 GMT |
Jezebel |
Jezebel, you know me wellWith a love so strong, it's hard to tellIf the words you speakAre even realLike a true nature's childYou were born to feelThe dogs come running When you show your faceA sinner...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 20:27:00 GMT |
goodbye mister lefroy |
crippled with defeat.your touch is deafening.to want something so bad,and to have it in your reach...only to stretch your hands out to touch itand find you hold nothing.it's like taking a breath and f...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 03:00:00 GMT |
Love shouldn’t be worn... |
on the front of a shirt, on the back of a car, on a pair of under-wear.It should be worn by your actions. Actions will always speak louder than words... especially if they're only written on the...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 23:36:00 GMT |
Truffle flowers spring showers fall |
truffle flowers spring showers fallrolling through the cotton candy skiesbutter(in)cups sway against the drum beatroar. and pour, and pour, and pour their innards upon us.
Posted by on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 22:22:00 GMT |
Thank you for this pleasure moment |
Thank you for this pleasure momentso heavy like the air of the thickest ofrain-forests. The backs of them will archandbendwhile their facial-prisons call for more, the hands, the hands,the hands...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 16:19:00 GMT |
The thought of you |
..tr> The thought of you ...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 06:25:00 GMT |
crimson flicker stinger sticks |
Crimson flicker(stinger sticks)prickly crawling up myskin so fairlike carousels; and whip cream-pieI care to (start with) an untoldlakeside lopside upside down sidetail of a tale. The (bic)kerin...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 04:26:00 GMT |
Love |
Is a fickle and supremely corruptible thing. It has been painted black in my eyes. Have I not suffered enough, and battled with myself enough? When do I get to finally win this God-f...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 21:17:00 GMT |
