NAKED RING |
~WORK IN PROGRESS~between the wasps and hunny beesonly love is touching mefearing not the painful stinga life alone, a naked ring.worn and tarnishedi wish to be.to lay untouched,my life can not be.if ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 07:06:00 GMT |
**** |
4 letters1 breatha single melodya pulse.a past, with no futurea hope, with no planstiring thoughtstrying to do what i canare you whats bestare you my futureare you my pasthow long will it last?
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 20:19:00 GMT |
what am "eye" |
As I ponder the deeper folded facets of my inner soul. I am continually brought to the question of self-belief. What do I believe? But for a better question what do I not believe.I do not believe tha...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 17:13:00 GMT |
My story! |
a different room, with different shelves, filled with different booksmistakenly im placed astray, but no ever lookswhats my title, who would know, this new place, i am alonefront to back, this chicken...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 15:45:00 GMT |
im sorry |
I'm sorrythat I bought you rosesto tell you that i like youI'm sorryThat I was raised with respectnot to sleep with you when you were drunkI'm sorryThat my body's not ripped enoughto "satisfy" your wa...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 13:27:00 GMT |
Because i know |
I talk to you every day,because i know that you are there.I talk to you every daybecause i know you care.At first I was playing catch-upThings i did and have done.Now we talk about life,Problems, Feel...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 06:19:00 GMT |
fall |
dillusion of the autom leaf,confuison begins to spread.sheets of memories passing by,like air thats laced with lead.when leafs are all dead and gone,decaying piles grow.leaving only spots of blackjust...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 13:08:00 GMT |
Love |
Rebuilding what was lost
is hopeless yet is seems
The victor in this game of luck
was the trapped and not the free.
Beaming through each iris,
the window to every soul
is the rock, i held with ...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 10:15:00 GMT |
HOPE |
Drowing in my pool of sorrowGasping for the airKicking like theres now tomorowA hand of cards unfairLose belief to the purposeThe purpose so well knownCausing me to bringforth angeranger i call my own...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 11:31:00 GMT |
Words |
Blood, Skin, Tears, and Bonevaselating worlds unknow,Bone, Blood, Skin, and Tearspondering all earthly fearsTears, Bone, Blood, and Skindebate the fait, of next of kinSkin, Tears, Bone, and Bloodsinki...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 15:04:00 GMT |
