Last Cove |
Some days I feel like hate is love
& I fear the time I look over to see
Love turn to hate in your eyes.
I'll never witness it & yet it haunts my peaceful & loving night, which is
Nurturin... Posted by KuRSed1 on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 12:37:00 PST |
have these all been horrible??? I don't hate em |
Leather Bound
Crumbling Words with the faces of starving children.
A presence that makes me fear man.
Residuals of life reverberate amongst still
Pages, a silence that carries the sound of tear... Posted by KuRSed1 on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 09:40:00 PST |
poetry insignificant |
My blood life/ When you close in on me- I can't breathe/ I can't plead for me, myself, and all that I adore/ But now I getup from the knock back/ down just to brush off another me and stare into your ... Posted by KuRSed1 on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 12:59:00 PST |
Cover Me In Your Skin |
Scars ~ all over your body
a well worn route, I drive
cast onto a desert road
wandering in past darkness
underneath the
Stars ~ amongst night
your scars shining bright
illuminate, stealing light
from ... Posted by KuRSed1 on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 08:26:00 PST |
The little boy towed heaven in that wagon |
I think of the blues as being grey like the aging of concrete-crumbling against city. Let my words hit against with graffiti guerrilla bombed, becoming brick, in th... Posted by KuRSed1 on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 09:44:00 PST |
i'll eat it everyday... take that where you'ld like |
i saw my friend do everything but put it in his arm tonight and i couldn't walk away... why... it wasn't even him sitting there, at times i could tell he was trying really hard but, nope, not.&n... Posted by KuRSed1 on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 11:26:00 PST |
uh huh |
what really scares me, but kinda pleases and justifies, is the wonder of whether i do it all for the material Posted by KuRSed1 on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 11:02:00 PST |
i heard it is dangerous to blog while sad... f it |
make my tongue crumble away like a sand castle at the hands of your ocean let the breath of your breeze cast each grain into the distance of your beaches, they are beautiful with their rolling hills a... Posted by KuRSed1 on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 11:00:00 PST |
witty title |
A Love Poem Held On Dry Ice
My love poem comes in dribbles
Written on ashes of paper that dirty my hands
The sickness is soaked up by the scribbles
A dried sponge holding all of our future plan... Posted by KuRSed1 on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 01:28:00 PST |
abstract |
Its like she died to me...even though i could see her right there. A member of the pastic nation, an unexpected women on the billboards and right below her it reads, "Oh my drama the girl is god" and ... Posted by KuRSed1 on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 11:08:00 PST |