perfectly violent |
the crash was violentthe shards of wreckage were scattered everywherei was engulfed in flamesi could feel my blood boiling beneath my melting skinthe two totaled shapes were now one in the samebody co...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 15:58:00 GMT |
any takers |
let's sit and look up as the lights fill the skyas did the fireflies in their jar when we were innocentlet's listen as dustin sings of hope and faiththat we second guess as he does the samebut never t...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 17:11:00 GMT |
did i out-emo myself? |
to sink or swim?what's the differenceis it really a choiceor can we all swim into the depthsafter all is said and donei'll be the one facing the wallwaiting for the knife in my backi was always hereke...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 11:48:00 GMT |
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Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 13:25:00 GMT |
transition from secrecy to celebration |
confusion sets in yet againi light another cigarettei sit ponderingkeeping quietbut i don't want toomust I?(throw it into rotation, sparks, inhale yet again)Pointless?pass it over herei can handle iti...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 20:52:00 GMT |
kicking continuously |
i've got a playlistit's constantly on repeattired of kicking myself when awoken from déjà vu dreamsthis city's climate is paying offit sparks memories of times no where near forgottenevery last drop, ...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Dec 2008 18:45:00 GMT |
i want a swing |
I want a big swingHung from a treeUpon which I'd leave everything behindAnd never get high enoughForces beyond my recognitionConsistently pulling me one directionAnd I work against itMaybe I'd reach t...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 00:40:00 GMT |
those that did made all the difference, but you I don't want you to try |
her fingertips held a benevolent rhythm as the rain spread hypothermia like wild firetalk about ironyeach crest of her lip spoke softly in itself to tell a tale ostensibly not one of which I, nor anyo...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 19:08:00 GMT |
grains of promise burn like salt on an open wound |
Wasn't it enoughTo rip the feathers from the doveDid you then have to rest your head on the pillowDid you then have to smileAnd find such solaceIn its lack of ability to flyWasn't it enoughTo strike t...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 18:39:00 GMT |
