new writings |
how love diesmy hand is brokena token of thosewho through broken lungsbring forth the gunand speakyet they are silentto our earsyou know their namesand play there gameswith willing eyesyou bu...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 22:55:00 GMT |
i'm tired |
i'm tired of hitting the bumps in the road why can't for once things go for the best why can't things go as plan instead of time after time again things come up getting in wayi'm tired of being the sh...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 19:16:00 GMT |
another new one yes more poetry |
i woke up with this mass of stress pulsing through my temples god give me rest lest i should fall fall fallbut instead god let me rise let me dive into your goodness like a duck into a pond full of sp...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 17:19:00 GMT |
newer poetry only one new one but more coming soon |
"the lonley house"black was the night and great was my fright when first i laid eyes apon herbroken down and battered she was beutiful in her own wayunfortunatly tongiht i may i might have to explore ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 16:54:00 GMT |
more poetry...... its good i think |
RED BATTERED DOOR
What is this that does appear
So clearly
Do I draw near
Or do I take up my spear
Do I attack or do I defend
Do I love or do I die within
My father tells me this worlds a...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 15:18:00 GMT |
my poetry |
tell me what you think guys
thanks a bunch
The king of sorrow
this crown on my head was brought forth from the dark it's iron was forged from a terrible spark it sits on my head with unba...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 21:05:00 GMT |
