we are synchronised |
the warmth that keeps you safecomes not from a firebut a filament in all its artificial grandurewe search for meaningand hopebut know it lacks that what we search fora bed full of opinions stares down...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 17:21:00 GMT |
thought i knew |
maybe it is memaybe i see something more than could possibly be truemaybe i saw something which i thought was truthbut im not often that wrongthis isnt some kinda love storyi am not that pitifulthat t...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 17:19:00 GMT |
what?! |
i destroy myself,because i cant see anythingbetter than what i am now. and its easierto destory than it is to build.everything i want is unatainable.i dont want to die who i am nowi dont want to diein...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 17:22:00 GMT |
messages |
pain i feel when i am numb,as i know that i wont feel againi am taught and done withand shoved outnot quite readyor as good as the others.im not ready or all of thisand i shouldnt feel like thisall i ...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 01:39:00 GMT |
your dreams and mine |
tonight i mourn,for a time i lost before i realised i had it.There is nothing specialabout my lossit happens to us all.we slowly arriveat a conclusionthat we are all just spectatorsand the best we can...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 15:56:00 GMT |
my face |
maybe i can sleepand forget that i existfor just a few hoursthen i wakeand the sun risesand i become a facehappy to helppeople dont seemeim invisiblethey see the uniformthe badgeim not a personim an i...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 17:07:00 GMT |
document |
look at uswe disgust metrying to turn our livesinto something worthwriting or reading abouttrying to sell every heartbreakevery snifflebecomes pneumoniajust so that we can have the sympathiesof onlook...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 03:07:00 GMT |
in bed |
like two strangerswe lie in bednot movingnot touchingthe sounds we makewe pretend not to noticefor we dont want to know the other is therei can hear you breathingi can feel your warmththat doesnt come...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 17:05:00 GMT |
a minor disturbance |
never before the calm has the storm appearedbut i have lived through the stormand i want to know is it the end or is it truethat the end has no endi dig not a holebut a tunnelfor i have a purposeand a...
Posted by on Tue, 09 May 2006 16:48:00 GMT |
luz de la mañana |
in the morning light
i sit and lapse
in the upmost fashion
and try to be what
everyone wants me to be
this is the beginning
of forever and ever
the end of never
for we all sit and dream
and express t...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Nov 2005 14:11:00 GMT |
