your dying of aids and your pissed at the guy next to you for not finding a cure |
i am simply not afraid to die...though i am afraid of how and why...you cannot see a will to change any where in my eyes...i am simply not afraid of life...though i am afraid that it will end with nob...
Posted by ::(I-III-III-VII):: on Sun, 06 May 2007 09:37:00 PST |
soft sweet 21 with a hint of self redemption |
on the ride of my life confident that tonight was going to go right...
driving hard into a pale rainy night suddenly i saw streaks of white then red light...
i realized sombody has lost control in fro...
Posted by ::(I-III-III-VII):: on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 10:43:00 PST |
consider this something like a pun... |
laying hard, sinking deep into blood stained concrete...looking up for a to reinsure life all i get is vacancy of light...my shaking hands grip something ill defined...a sillouette to a regressing min...
Posted by ::(I-III-III-VII):: on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 10:19:00 PST |
purpose meets divine intervention... |
an uneven peripherial setiment...haste to those with broken legs and only broken handfuls of ambition....to those i myself would give you that healthy distrust...i am mimicing those long lasting impre...
Posted by ::(I-III-III-VII):: on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 03:29:00 PST |
the tribulations of the caustic |
seraphic dreams poised upon parasitic stars, glands of gods own symphonic repetiteur...amalgamation of enterprise when dreams endure sweet despise of your heros compliant demo...
Posted by ::(I-III-III-VII):: on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 08:53:00 PST |
how to save a life by needle and thread |
suspended by my teeth clamped around a string, a single nerve could trigger and be the longest bad dream...
how do you arange your thoughts when they are decaying at the seem...
reborn patterns o...
Posted by ::(I-III-III-VII):: on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 07:54:00 PST |
hello electrode meet the atom |
a blood id shed a thousand times a love id commit to with endless crimes...
pathogens sticking to me now... words drifting through an over populated rift of daggers and smiles...
another me laid to re...
Posted by ::(I-III-III-VII):: on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 12:21:00 PST |
kodak cameras on kodak photo paper |
consider this what weights more life or slit wrists... how do you compare is it work love lust stress and wear... and if you slit your wrists and black out will you wake with tournequets on each arm.....
Posted by ::(I-III-III-VII):: on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 10:25:00 PST |
david king meets jazz |
sleeping and humming to my own tune...
whispers calling me leave my wide awake hammering the steaks further into my ankels.
tell me who will lift me up.
tell me who will step in and say thats enough.
...
Posted by ::(I-III-III-VII):: on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 12:54:00 PST |
tears are a beautiful concept if i could id shed one for you |
im grinding my teeth down to grains as guilt finds its self pressed to ceiling...
am i the optomist as my stomach swallows my mouth...
may my words find their mark and my guilt find its way out ...
Posted by ::(I-III-III-VII):: on Sat, 01 Jul 2006 10:13:00 PST |
