Poem 80 |
"Untitled"The glacial windviciously strikesher coat of confidencelike a cobra darting at its preyHer face droops downunder a wave of sadnessunable to be consoled by herclosest friendsShe doesn't under...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 21:33:00 GMT |
Poem 79 |
"Untitled"The cold wooden floorreeks of pain and disgustUnderneath the floorprobably lies layers of bone,blood and mounds of dirtOn top only liesa thin layer of quietnessthat cannot...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 21:16:00 GMT |
Poem 78 |
"Untitled"Youthful innocence lost by shots of vodkabottles of beerand relationship mishapsLife crumblingunder the pressures exertedby events that just happen at the wrong timeWishing that soon en...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 22:38:00 GMT |
Poem 77 |
"Untitled"Searching through the volumes of lifelooking for a simple purpose to live forThe queries return boring purposesthat don't seem to answerthis huge questionremains unsolvedpuzzling thousandsan...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 21:44:00 GMT |
Poem 76 |
"Untitled"His face is void of all natural colorHe sits in a cornerSulking about his troubleswhich grasp him by his vapid looking collarTears stream down his facelike heavy burdensEven though the ...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 21:13:00 GMT |
Poem 75 |
"Same TimeFrame" I live in this pseudo location filled with numerous items varying from luscious red roses to eccentric little monkeys In my mind this location continues to expand with the prolifera...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 21:25:00 GMT |
Poem 74 |
"Untitled" He masquerades in the pools of emotions which lie ahead of him Misguiding him around the formidable obstacles in his crooked and long path His true feelings are tangled into the false...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 19:28:00 GMT |
Poem 73 |
Strolling throughthe empty streets of Spain, scarcely luminated bythe simple lamplightsTalking to the most importantgirl at the momentdiscussingthe most random of thingswhile enjoying a couple of laug...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 18:31:00 GMT |
Poem 72 |
Strolling slowly down the narrow streets of neighbourhood the short fluorescent lamplights barely elucidate the surrounding ground the smooth cobblestone comforts my feet like waves under the botto...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 23:59:00 GMT |
Poem 71 |
Pretend your life is so good that you no longer must strive to breach the golden fruits of your dreams But underneath the superficial layer lies a hole in which no fabric other than realization can c...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 23:47:00 GMT |
