Flower |
He stumbled on her porch. He had known her for a week and look at him, pathetic and bleeding. He held his arm close to his chest, staining his shirt. He cried out, "Hello?". The porch lig...
Posted by on Thu, 24 May 2007 13:22:00 GMT |
Thrown |
Your lieswash melike the stormsthat find my bonesand turn them to ice.You're my voodoo dollwith buttons for eyesand hair for muscles.Every last follicle sinewon your tiny rag frame.I can throw youout ...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 13:35:00 GMT |
Smoke |
You've pushed meinto who I never thought I would be.I've cried for you,your feelings.You were my idol.Now you're nothingbut the smoke that was my past,the winter that blew through this jacket.Every on...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 07:37:00 GMT |
