Creative expressions. |
I needed you. But you left me. Broken and alone. Like a cat, with no home. Away I was, with me and my pity. Gone from you and your ingenuity. I loved you. I loved you.I loved you. I lived you.I breath...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 22:55:00 GMT |
Break. |
You want to, or should I?Wait for death or learn to die. We lie so much,Cruel to the touch, I long for something more. Such a fucking bore. You talk to me like I careLost in a trance of blank ass star...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 04:14:00 GMT |
Im Ready. |
Hit me.Make it hurt.Do it hard. This life is not what I suspected. This life makes me feel something that makes me want to break out. Breaking out of this normal state of vegetation. Yeah, one can say...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Dec 2008 03:31:00 GMT |
Heis |
Heis is the Greek number for one. That, I don't feel like today. For once in my life, I don't feel alone and sheltered. There are people out there that are real people, not fake, not sinners brought o...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 07:07:00 GMT |
A Whimper. A Fucking Lie. |
I have given up all hope. It can be cursed no longer.I'd like to think that there is a good and a bad,For every situation. I find myself veering towards the bad all the time. Sick of it. I will take m...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 02:24:00 GMT |
The Hate That Builds. |
Have you ever begun to hate something with such a force that it consumes you?I have. To the point that it interferes with shit.Like, I'll be talking to my girl and shit.And then it'll happen.The hate ...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 03:55:00 GMT |
Fuck Me. |
Has your life ever come to a screeching halt?To the point that you think every thing's gone? It all comes down. All around you. In flames. There's only a few logical solutions. Have you ever broken yo...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 16:47:00 GMT |
Your Twin Towers. |
I think that.The incident with that government cover-up bullshit.Was good.Yes.Good.It made America wake up.But yet at the same time, I fuckin' hate the damn towers.Fuck 'em Because if that wouldn't ha...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 03:28:00 GMT |
My Dirty Assailant. |
As he sat in his bed, alone, he pondered over his thoughts on life. His social suicide, cut-off from society, would cast him out of his own life. The very thought of this made him sick to his very sto...
Posted by on Sun, 31 Aug 2008 04:01:00 GMT |
It’s like, |
Everything comes crashing down.And you're standing in the middle of it.In your own little circle of chaos.And all you can do is,Stop and stareWatching in amazement as your dreams,Hopes,Wishes,And desi...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 05:22:00 GMT |
