Potential Venom. |
We've kept this untouched fortune tuckeddeep inside our lockbox for ages now. Isn't it far past due time that we let this thing breathe?I've experienced, and you've indulged inpassion equally. The po... Posted by on Tue, 29 Sep 2009 19:45:00 GMT |
Acceptance in the vaguest form; screaming. |
Something unspoken lingersin this heavy fleece air concealing our words and minds.A tale, so forbidden, the gestureof speaking it aloud is absolutely absurd.But you and i, we know.The faint hint of ne... Posted by on Mon, 17 Aug 2009 18:27:00 GMT |
Dishonorable? Precisely! |
Those words, they're sparrows slowly but surely gnawing out the innards of my stomach. Do you feel mydiscomfort?To the mongrels that pace the tiled sanctuarywe've gathered in for days, you're so flawl... Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:08:00 GMT |
All done. |
"But all other things should fade away, and love stand alone"
Two times 'round a never ending track of wrenching horror. Embracive fingertips tell me one thingbut the sting in your conniving eyes wo... Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 05:59:00 GMT |
Refresh; The List |
1. Oh, the troublesome encounters we've tackled and defeated without so much as spilling our drink. You've been my best friend since sixth grade and we've become sisters at heart. Fighting like siblin... Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 00:02:00 GMT |
London Bridge is burning down. |
Twenty months in every sixty seconds.Twenty months this bridge is under construction.Twenty months utopia is built.Twenty months of build up and perspiration...:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-... Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 00:02:00 GMT |
That thing called love |
One shot, two, three, four. The night begins.
Crushed into pebbles from a once brick formationthe big hand of passion has wrapped tightly its fingersaround a snowy white throat in the blistering chill... Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 23:49:00 GMT |
Aftermath; the learning |
The overcomings of ten thousand dessertsand infinity plus mastadons send heroinebased adrenoline like needles through a wanderersflesh.
Call me couragous or call me a dwellerbut front porch sit... Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 01:57:00 GMT |
Ping pong run bys |
Recollection 1
Suburban tile floor and an orange escapeto a world of separation from your agreement with reality.Dismantle the pieces of a strong and stealthy flesh covered wall only to find tha... Posted by on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 23:33:00 GMT |
save the antique |
Wealthy hearts are soaking in pools of apathy awaiting a spark.Hold fire high and dry up to thissmoldering fuse but without evena flicker, ablaze will the soul of a wretched pulsate in terror.
The cha... Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 20:17:00 GMT |