subject: none |
life fucking sucks....fuck.:D
Posted by TRASH on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 12:10:00 PST |
<3 |
my head aches in the morning, the instant i wake.and that starts my day.and from then on is......is. a hug.not one of joy and love.but condiderbly identified parellel to a grip.vice gric if you ...
Posted by TRASH on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 02:11:00 PST |
december 4th - 4:04 am |
"its cold out here," i say to my self aloudmy breath suspends white in the cold fridged airmy mind shouts 'go inside' but my body does not carethis shell, my "bag," aches so badto bad to move, so i do...
Posted by TRASH on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 01:41:00 PST |
trapes. |
im stuck in quarrelbetween a mosed rock and a hard place -in lifeits one foot after the otheron this mortal strifewith hopes i don't shudder & fall from the skyor plunder from that twisted ...
Posted by TRASH on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 12:24:00 PST |
stand. |
-wrote this awhile ago, a long while ago. its a re-post & edit. enjoy. i stand.i stand a monument to youth - that pours from the wound in my side.i stand, though i much rather crawl...from pure fl...
Posted by TRASH on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 04:05:00 PST |
365 days |
YOU, you are my flower.and I, i am your vase.the liquid that binds uswater, our love.YOU, you are my flower. and I, i am your vase.
Posted by TRASH on Sun, 28 May 2006 03:01:00 PST |
for you my love. |
......im sure this has to be a dream.though i've never felt so complete.your thought is constantly on my mind.never do i get my own time.no, i dont fret, nor do i care.you absence, i know, i could not...
Posted by TRASH on Mon, 16 Jan 2006 12:33:00 PST |
stand. |
i stand. i stand a monument to youth - that pours from the wound in my side. i stand, though i much rather crawl. from bone and flesh. comes life, love money, hate greed, violence reasoning...
Posted by TRASH on Sat, 14 Jan 2006 10:24:00 PST |
axiom. |
for this is intansit, from one corner to another. my eyes binded to the road abroad, expecting closure. fissures in the road shape the way, oh how they prey. i swerve everywhich way; as if bl...
Posted by TRASH on Mon, 26 Sep 2005 08:51:00 PST |
repost. kk. |
very old pome i wrote. kk. enjoy.THOUGHTS, THEY BLUR ACROSS MY MIND MY CONCIENCE AT BAY, STUCK SOMEWHERE IN TIME RELAPSE OF EMOTION, DEPRESSION IS WHAT I AM ITS THIS TWISTED WORLD I CAN'T UNDERS...
Posted by TRASH on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
