A song to fit my life. |
There comes a time, A time in everyone's life When nothing seems to go your way, When nothing seems to turn out right There may come a time, You just can't seem to find your place For every door you o...
Posted by PM on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 11:55:00 PST |
black music carosel. |
your hands have paid a high pricefor touching my body with such vanity.drink holy water, drink it down,the winter is not so forgiving.your drugs and drinks that make your little head spindrag you down...
Posted by PM on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 09:38:00 PST |
something seems off. |
She circles around my feet over and over, meowing. I'm never sure what she wants. She walks around and around, ocassionally popping up on her hind legs to see if she wants to sit on my lap, but she ne...
Posted by PM on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 04:25:00 PST |
blueberries |
there are blueberries in your fieldthat you don't want to pick, you've got vodka on your breath,and a cigarette in your teeth,talkin' shit about nothing at all.maybe nothings chang...
Posted by PM on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 08:23:00 PST |
sea blankets |
cover the children's eyes with blankets you pull from the sea, and when they breathe, you will hear the voice of god in their whispers,"where will you find peace?"i am in the twelveth, thirteenth, fou...
Posted by PM on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 10:00:00 PST |
hologram |
this whole life is just a hologram, i think it might be because we have to make it up to keep ourselves from really knowing our true potential. shakespeare was right, we're all a part of this play tha...
Posted by PM on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:40:00 PST |
uncover |
Life is just a fleeting moment, it's a dream, it's a cool recollection of desire. I want to let go of constant yearning for salvation and have now what I have in an eternal state of gratitude. I'd lik...
Posted by PM on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 11:04:00 PST |
does the music move you? |
Beauty is placing itself between every single broken word, because words will always be words, and they won't be words that mean anything. A flower will never be a flower, words can't describe a true ...
Posted by PM on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:32:00 PST |
shapes and dancers |
you've got all these little words to sayall these roles to playin this box, you call it a homeyeah i'm waiting on the porchwaiting for you to say you'd be leaving soon.waiting for those thoughts to pu...
Posted by PM on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 11:11:00 PST |
so, then... |
your lips taste like whiskeyand your clothes smell like cigarettestalked to a drunk old mansaid he saw godstanding by a street lighttold him he lost his jobcause no one gives a fuckcause no one gives ...
Posted by PM on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 01:29:00 PST |
