untitled |
this smoke rises to heaven like so many prayers
billowing out of the mouths of sinners and saints
scattered on the winds like hope and despair
to gods that slumber, or worse, are awake
sadisticly taki...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 15:21:00 GMT |
tangle |
[forgive nothing]peel back this skin like rotten velvetand take our drying bones in all too firm a grip notice the fingerprints you've left on me loveas you wash your hands in my liquid beingcrush tho...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:55:00 GMT |
old poem |
i run my hands back and through my hairup and over, and down my skulland stare, at what, i'm not really sure.thoughts burn through my mind,but i can't hear them, its silent, its odd.this is when...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:53:00 GMT |
a whisper |
awhisper.what is the depth of a whisper?soft words forming on lipspassed on intimately from one to another.forming a bond between the twosouls which are sharing.a caress in verbal formrolling with a f...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:51:00 GMT |
the faith of children |
when will you children realize,that your salvation,is nothing more thana candy coated damnation?its a pretty way of saying that your better than everyone else.when you should really take your bitter p...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:49:00 GMT |
untitled |
i am the dust upon the windcaressing a face not soon forgottena strong breeze that lends you its supportwhile threatening to sweep you from your feeti am the tangable within that which is notgentle wi...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:47:00 GMT |
Elysium |
the blood slows in this solitude,this silence drawing ever nearer.the stars shine so brightly tonight,their brilliance screams to me,walking in this darkend field.this soft light shines, filtered by a...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:45:00 GMT |
dogs of war |
we've all seen how well you fight your war of twisted moralswith its children dying in the streetsthese wild dogs tear away the face of the deer as it lays rotting in the sun on the side of the roadwh...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:44:00 GMT |
she shatters |
when the delusions are goneand the hallucination is at its endi fade as quickly as the dreami'm as stable as the air you walk onoff the windows ledge.and to think,it was me they were worried over.behi...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:41:00 GMT |
fashion your hell |
softly whispered confessionsbefall this angels earshe reaches through meand grabs this twisted spinepurgatory fashioned of my mind awakestilt this glass toward the floorcreating self imagined blood st...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:38:00 GMT |
