Caring seems a waste when it’s one sided. |
Love comes with a certain responsibility to care.
Are you in love if you don't want to care anymore?
Are you in love if the reason you don't want to care anymore is to protect your own heart being sh...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 03:43:00 GMT |
being |
Just one of those fragile, dried sunflower days. And I can still find beauty in it.
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 18:30:00 GMT |
a sonnet |
I tripped once upon a time, while falling.
It was the queerest, most delightful sense.
I was rolling, while tripping and falling,
Everyone and everything was clearer.
This did not happen by itself, oh...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 19:13:00 GMT |
liar |
god damn liar,
rotting there in your thrown of deception.
I hope you drown in your salty sea of crocodile tears.
I hope they complete the consumption of your pitiful project of life...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 23:27:00 GMT |
After a While |
After a while you learnthe subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a souland you learnthat love doesn't mean leaningand company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learnthat k...
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 19:26:00 GMT |
i dont care. |
im sorry
for making life somethig miserable
for spilling my tainted blood on your crisp canvas
for giving you a chance you should have never had.
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 12:52:00 GMT |
lie to me.. really... i enjoy it. sarcasms a wonderful tool. |
I had nothing to do, and all day to do it.
A torching sensation settles in my stomach at the current moment.
I loath being mislead, deceived, or lied to.
It makes me completely irate.
One day I w...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 21:03:00 GMT |
Maybe |
Maybe if I was more likable.
Maybe if I wasnt so stubborn.
Maybe if I didnt care so muh about justice.
Maybe if I was featureless.
Maybe if I let things slip.
Maybe if I wore a crown.
Maybe ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 16:50:00 GMT |
I'm a lost bird in a clear sky. |
Flight-
dried roots,
Rotting brain
Knotted wings
Lame limbs
Queer thoughts
Lost smile
Dried, meaningless expressions
Flight-
Take me away...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 16:36:00 GMT |
Take & Break |
Take and break the fragile beads of life,
Strip the string of it's precious pearls,
Grind the stone and snort the powder,
From the tower,
Jump.
Take and break your thoughts and dreams,
end you ...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 15:30:00 GMT |
