enemy |
now i have realized exactly who you are ,now whos toes are going to stepped onnow whos love will be lostnow you know who you are this is not poetry these are my goals>1. i will out do you in everyt...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Feb 2010 17:52:00 GMT |
ukrainan heart break |
maybe we just need to get in a fight and make love,.we are just musical shells. this the lonelyist drink i have every tasted .the point is love i guess, a man has to try
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jan 2010 17:40:00 GMT |
no one knows how far |
No one knows how far these boots have gone , sometimes home is not a place ,its a person, i want to go home. theres a enemy in a friend but i refuse to lose this time , keeping me down won't keep me a...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jan 2010 13:33:00 GMT |
bloated corpses of baby dinosuars and teddy bears |
Water has run rusty, they call it slow oxicideation , the lights they all shine and pulsate , on the path of broken box cars and they listen to all my ghost storys. I really think i invented theses fo...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 17:22:00 GMT |
bloated corpses of baby dinosuars and teddy bears |
Water has run rusty, they call it slow oxicideation , the lights they all shine and pulsate , on the path of broken box cars and they listen to all my ghost storys. I really think i invented theses fo...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 17:22:00 GMT |
bloated corpses of baby dinosuars and teddy bears |
Water has run rusty, they call it slow oxicideation , the lights they all shine and pulsate , on the path of broken box cars and they listen to all my ghost storys. I really think i invented theses fo...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 17:17:00 GMT |
bloated corpses of baby dinosuars and teddy bears |
Water has run rusty, they call it slow oxicideation , the lights they all shine and pulsate , on the path of broken box cars and they listen to all my ghost storys. I really think i invented theses fo...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 17:16:00 GMT |
post war romance |
careless in our convictions ,we fell far to many times so wipe the years away like the streaks on the glass become cracks ,warm up your pipes winter is so god damn close . And this is time running on ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Sep 2009 08:45:00 GMT |
dry runs |
dreams are settleing in the back of my mouth , like a live weapon in the breeze ,washing out the curses of the names provided, the nurse rolls up her sleeves the injections are evident,an island is s...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Mar 2009 18:10:00 GMT |
was it you that walked the back streches of georgia with me |
at the end of my coast , below the oceans sleep...at the edge of the high ways grasp.where all the ghosts swim in haunted alleyways , finally led to Americas last grave yard. the cast of phantoms wher...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 01:53:00 GMT |
