You. |
I've laid on pillowsI've slept on a fewI've rested, only onceand Not the last timeIf I should wake,By His grace and permission,I'd wake one of two ways,and Only one of my choosing.If I should let myse...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:32:00 GMT |
Moss |
As I walk through the forest,I find myself listening to water flowing,The branches chirping afull with birds,The wind whispering in it's serene blowingI hear a soft lure, calling at a distanceI break ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Jul 2009 12:31:00 GMT |
Under the blistering heat, things cure. |
If I burn.I burn.I'll wear my charred face, and grin with charred clothes.Burn my remains if I die at your hands, so that I may be your pale ghost.The beat is speeding up, winding up, can you hear it?...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 23:45:00 GMT |
Hearing voices and other things at 11:55 on a Monday night |
If I had the chance I'd tell,inches from your face,close enough to smell,even if the first may be a final senseI'd tell you,softly as I could I'd tell youabout all this violence you make in meLets put...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jun 2009 23:53:00 GMT |
All the good things you think you want |
you are the tree marked with exesyou are the coal dug for burnpitsyou are the crude, sweet torefineyou are a living,industrial, mine you are worth more to somethan othersyou are worth less to othersth...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 01:38:00 GMT |
Who is in there? |
A few hours past the bewitching hourNo witches here, justthe cool wind, the airLicking at the warmthLicking at my sanityI find black to be me,The night, empty stares of spiritsin roaches' bodies, they...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 09:54:00 GMT |
A blouse in pale baby blue. |
It was a sunny afternoon, and I found myself in a toy store of sorts. A table at my thighs held boxes of WoW cards, overlapping price tags, with the most recent at $25.99. I was tempted to...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 08:15:00 GMT |
Gates. |
It ocurred to me, as I tried to read on a moonless night, standing at the entrance to the Underworld.
My penlight pointed at the carvings on the columns, it's bluewhite skimmed the stone letters, like...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 00:17:00 GMT |
Who you may be now, is not who you were then. |
The greatest fear of some is being alone.
The rest of us can't stand their company.
They just can't understand us, yet they judge us. They call our relationships failures, as if everythin...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 19:52:00 GMT |
Things Ive covered this week... |
-Fucking imbecil plastic wedding suckers.
-I think im gona go light myself on fire. get some lighter fluid and go in the bathtub and just light myself on fire.
-All that's left is estranged hoes...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 23:02:00 GMT |
