yes you! |
you shit for brainsyep... i said it
Posted by on Sat, 11 Sep 2010 16:01:00 GMT |
summer |
weeds of a crownplaced on her headfragile bonesdance to the beating of a drumtrees sway gracefullylike chinese dragons on a festive nightshe lets the wind blow through her manesun kissed skin turns ba...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Feb 2010 17:13:00 GMT |
its been awhile |
i've been here beforemy steps still etched in the dirti always want to turn backbut my feet drag onred flags, i see thembut i push on convinced i can make them go awaywill this be anotherwaste of time...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jan 2010 10:37:00 GMT |
start over |
tiny t-pins rest politely on an over worked pieceas if to not harm its effort and time put forthstill, the pin can't help but to save the artistand jab its sharp edge in the workmaking the craftsman s...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:41:00 GMT |
green meanie |
scab on slender of the armpull it to reveal flesha pink membranetangled in red websof broken sentencesand foggy eyesgums numblocked and loadedready to run to the starsracing shapein rib caged selfmake...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Oct 2009 19:49:00 GMT |
its sad |
this broad has way too much time on her handspointing fingers at the wrong person... its funny, because i know better than to respond to her misspelled and incomplete sentences she writes me. (must me...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Sep 2009 18:18:00 GMT |
in the key of E |
late night guitarbroken E stringsplaying with firekeeping it quietsleeping in till 4arms and legs twistedwalks around rittenhousedrunk bike ridesholding handsspeaking to catsnot sure where this is goi...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Sep 2009 19:42:00 GMT |
honesty burns |
i'm going to be honest here...i'm a really terrible friend when it comes to alcohol and dick.sorry
Posted by on Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:55:00 GMT |
toss |
bed sheets still coldbottles still scatteredstring still brokenon this lonely guitarsmall silver spoonused to feednow lays forgottenon a window silltired of being tiredwake to another daydrink, mistak...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Aug 2009 20:44:00 GMT |
mental note |
sand paper swallows like a nightmare, lived once beforeeyes can't focus, but will, on matterhands placed on tiny fingersmake small feelingsbecome more apparentits a random salt lickplaced on the tail ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Aug 2009 23:26:00 GMT |
