poem:::to dave |
flirtatious glanceskept him intriguedwondering what couldand what would bei am hisand he was minethis game i playthis life i livewas to dangerousfor a man so...innocent?did he not see the demoninside ...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 16:12:00 GMT |
DAMN HIM! |
i wouldve been yours forevernothing i wouldnt doforsaking all othermy heart belonged to youthrough it all i stood beside youwith all the fucked up things youd donei thought youd love me foreveryou sai...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 11:54:00 GMT |
poem::run to her because u cant have me{brian} |
perilous passion and misplaced trustunrequited longing and unbridled lusttruth be known but still i staycant find my self or find the waylost and sick too hurt to crytoo afraid to ask how or why yet...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 08:30:00 GMT |
life |
life...
have a hold
can you keep
can you stay
against
or with your will
fleeting time
notice; none
their gone
so are you
if you know it or not
you are next
at any time
no choice at all
and the best ar...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 10:01:00 GMT |
ehh kinda poem kinda prose |
a love no longer livinga soul no longer crieswithout embracing fantasiesno meaning in this lifeto love is to cryto die is to endthe rancid memories of his touchso long since feltso long since knownthe...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 13:37:00 GMT |
poem:::no sleep |
another nightsleep is stolendivided up amongst the nuiancessearching for the maggoty mattressof serenityfortitude to hold the fortdown as i ampeace of pieceparts of playand sadness is all thats leftra...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 09:15:00 GMT |
a little over board |
his face i wanna rip
his heart i wanna crush
i wanna set fire to his words
and watch them burn
like my heart
the pain that steals my sleep
i wish that it were his
please let me hurt him
id give a...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 00:39:00 GMT |
floating away |
a picture
a dream
silent memories of what was
are slowing decaying my insides
why does he have to be so beautiful?
can i think
can i cry
with wanting
to tear my face off
or rip my veins
and...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 10:04:00 GMT |
poem::growing up |
growing up peanut-buttered toast and worn jeans,
frayed and forgettingthe person inside of themshe left her crayons
in two of the pockets
and melted childhood
she still wears the pantsda...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 09:57:00 GMT |
another one...geez |
there is an emptiness
an unfufilled void
for who
or what
am i longing?
this burning searing ache
i do not want!
teach me to forget
or to forget to think
could it be?
impossible!
you were only mine for...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 11:04:00 GMT |
