All That Is, Must End. |
i remember the sky resembling, what i thought the sun might look like while exploding.with each rush of wind brought everlasting uncertainty;a kind i'd never felt before.as planets collided with the v...
Posted by LETTERBOMB on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 04:00:00 PST |
Danny, This Isn’t Russia. |
heartbeats, stab woundsone-way stages, asphalt, saloonscontrol, excesscurtain call class, what a fucking messhollywood is pure bliss for a pristine heartbut it's a devastating fix to the vulture's add...
Posted by LETTERBOMB on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 06:43:00 PST |
Tempesta Dei Pensieri Perpetui |
this is a rainstorm free of precipitationa storm of inability laden with apprehension it falls, as so do ii always find a way to make myself believei'm better off drowningdrowning in my self-contagiou...
Posted by LETTERBOMB on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 06:02:00 PST |
I Am Jack's Mistaken Identity. |
flooded with thoughts of yesterdaysa bitter remembrance of such simpler timesmy eyes have cast in wonder, the direction of those still smoldering bridges but just how much am i willing to sacrifice?fr...
Posted by LETTERBOMB on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 03:01:00 PST |
Looks Like Murder; Feels Like Vengeance. |
from the moment we meti found myself in the place i fear the mosta beautiful face with the heart of a liarso meet me there and together we will rest in piecesknowing nothing lasts forever is what's ke...
Posted by LETTERBOMB on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 02:53:00 PST |
One Ex, Not Three |
Today I was graced with the relief in knowingThat each day I wakeYou're not the one I face in my mirrorYou can wear your mask, but to me you're facelessJust as cheap as the words that escape from your...
Posted by LETTERBOMB on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 03:16:00 PST |
Chapter IV |
i'm better with wordswhen i don't have to speak themi swearit stops raining for herunless she wants it toa sunrise, a sunsetall within her fingertipsshe glows an orange and crimsoni've only seen in oc...
Posted by LETTERBOMB on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 07:51:00 PST |
Keeping You From Tomorrow (Last Words) |
i'll give you five seconds to reach the door before...BLOODSHED!!!what's left but an empty clip and an open mouth?NOTHING!!!with your hands tied tighttry and feel him nowwith your mouth stuffed shuttr...
Posted by LETTERBOMB on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 01:54:00 PST |
.gunshots in tha club. |
on our wingswe feel the stormwinds of fire sweeping throughsuch chaosfilled with beautiful devestationcan we make this city fallan illuminating pulse lets nothing sleepthis is where we feel aliveswirl...
Posted by LETTERBOMB on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 12:42:00 PST |
.origination [and how far it can be from imagination]. |
over anxious for a revolutiononly recreating, a reenactmentyet, confident in every step those checkered shoes takethese rooms they reek of egosthe scent of moral pollutionthis is a battlefieldlush wit...
Posted by LETTERBOMB on Sun, 05 Feb 2006 12:45:00 PST |
