Therapeutic Bloodrush |
Well you don't want to hear thisBut I got a secretAnd it's a secret, with your name written all over itI think you need to see thisAs a kind of repressedMemory that's haunting meThroughout my agesAnd ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Aug 2009 18:52:00 GMT |
Dichotomy |
If I ever held your heartand kept my ear pressed against your breastlistening for the difference in iambicand whether your heart could beatweak or stressedAnd when I talk like I am speakingto the pers...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 01:22:00 GMT |
Spirographs antiquated. But I'd still want one. |
when reciprocity lacks, full circles become halfwould a compass be better suited?with a dull tip, bland and crooked?the broken pencil without a padasking "write with me"without a hand. fleeting as it ...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 23:32:00 GMT |
TV Save Me. |
My TV lies to mePixelated imagesSpecial effectsJust as fake like the emotions I seeUnflatteringBut well payingI wish I could be paid to lie to an audienceSuch an easy living, as long as you can live w...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 01:31:00 GMT |
The Thinking Machine. |
I've said too many wordsin regards to all of my worriessit down & shut uptoast to the new yearcondolences to thosetied up in knots with their fearsi need a drink to sing i need to stop this thingturn ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 22:33:00 GMT |
Oh Narrator. |
Look at you, in your pink cardiganwalking down the street,like you own the damn cementOh narrator, please pick up the penand jot down what i just said.Could you please take a note of this?'Cause I kno...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 22:20:00 GMT |
The correct way to throw gasoline upon a fire. |
To rekindle that brush, from years before which burns-makes Hell on Earth.It seems pointless to point outit's an absurd anniversary.Her fire long since died for meI shall not spark matchesnor throw ga...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 15:55:00 GMT |
Einstein, in Eulogy. |
A mix of every color paint, it all ends up black anyways.This canvas is simply a waste and I've spent money on things of better taste.If Einstein taught us anything, it's that we can never createall t...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 15:49:00 GMT |
Lava Rocks |
I don't know whywere spending all our time...alone.Won't you pumice meand pummel mecleanse me of your skin?Aspirin for my head-aches of all our sins.I swear about you, sometimesYou swear about me, oth...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 15:43:00 GMT |
Hypothetically Speaking. |
If you've managed to fall upon deaf earsI would advise for you to yell at the top of your lungs.If you've surmised that this is the end of your yearscounseling and chemo is the least of your worries.I...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 15:37:00 GMT |
