a matter of time |
when you stare at the lines long enough,they tend to disappear,i remember when this all began,when the world smiled,when reflections breathed.cracked and empty mirrors stare at me,lying in a locked ro...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jun 2009 10:08:00 GMT |
a faucet |
theres a waterfall floating through the wire,images remembered cascade over these glassy eyes,I cannot describe the warmth this brings,we can recant the best times of our lives,but we cant re live the...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 03:13:00 GMT |
escribe |
cycles-im slipping through your fingers,my sweat drips on your palms.i dont think youll ever know how much this means to me,i dont think ill ever figure it out.i see your face as i fall from your hand...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 04:51:00 GMT |
Words |
The never ending cycle-Memory hangs above my head.These thoughts stain the sheets.Turning, tossing, remembering. loss.sometimes its as if it never happened,sometimes i breathe,the air is light.Then i ...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 02:54:00 GMT |
Bridges |
Cast across a grey field,stale blades scratch my heels,this place has become a barren waste land,peices of trash scrape the surface,My nails are at my throat,The skin crawls across my bones,i can hear...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 19:50:00 GMT |
What time is it? |
What time is it?Parallel structure stares me in the face,behind the pendulum disease develops,i see your eyes glaze over,from the inside, you look so plain.The grandfather clock weeps,Oakwood and glas...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 10:50:00 GMT |
impluse writing |
the ocean is screaming at my footsteps,a grand exit, no applause.the audience is restless, spinning with the waves,fragmented mirrors break apart in the tides,we see our selves line the horizion,attac...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 22:00:00 GMT |
soul |
Tourniquet-
The grieving process begins,this man is left in solitare,The hardest task in life is reconstruction.we looks towards sound for inspiration,chords of love and sympathy feed the spirits of m...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 20:05:00 GMT |
breathe |
easy friend, let not bitter fruit sour your breath,You were once a gentlemen
When friends fail, and mothers gone, and "god" is silent, and mates fall out of love, I still wake to confrontation, alone...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 20:07:00 GMT |
New Writings |
This is a bunch of stuff i just wrote/ edited. Some of its pretty old and craptacular, but i still like it.
Seasons-
Walk away on angels breath,Dripping with abcess is the lineill say next. The crysta...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 21:19:00 GMT |
