I'm finding... |
This black top is endless.A contradiction to the time that confines us.For what ever reason,We find comfort in the space between the two.
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 00:33:00 GMT |
Dreaming in steps. |
small steps weaning twords better bouts.live screams become quiet dreamsand chaos is vitalitytrying totiptoe is helpless.meet me at tomorrowwhere drive is nothingwhere we'll live for today.cause when ...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 05:45:00 GMT |
The l word... |
People have an obsession with love, and can't hardly define the word.Love is many things.Love is the willingness to do anything for that one person. Fucking. Anything.Love is not infatuation,not undyi...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 00:10:00 GMT |
Meir Human Being... |
This betrayal has bled him dryStired confusion, melencholie and utter beligeranceand atoms fucking splitCraving sustenance, He is a fool He clenches his fistsAnd trys hard to react well.Calling.The ot...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 17:08:00 GMT |
Okay. READ THIS SHIT! |
Okay,I've come to the conclusion, that I'm sick of being broke, and I can't get a job due to no birth certificate.So, I've decided to resort to a usefull talent to get me (hopfully) not so broke! (And...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 17:43:00 GMT |
A Taste Of Chaos (Instalment 3) |
Thursday is coming far too slow for my taste, and all I can do is wait. Fucking. Wait. I met this kid named John in P.E. and all I can say is, fucking insane. He jumped o...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 16:48:00 GMT |
A Taste Of Chaos (Installment 2) |
Note: The currently listening, and current mood, Will apply to Danny. I'm in, and I'm trying to keep my cool. &...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 13:40:00 GMT |
A Taste of Chaos. (Instalment 1) |
Okay.I was walkin' to first hour today, and a thought had poped up in my head.A series of thoughts really, but long story short, I decided I wanted to write a novel, of book of sorts...I was hoping fo...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 20:43:00 GMT |
i know not of the mistake i've made |
Oh dear one...I know not of this mistake that I have madeCan you call it fair to end in words that I cannot decipherDearest...I know not of the mistake I've madeThe truth you so benevolently have seen...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 10:52:00 GMT |
my pathetic remorse |
this monster has yet to diethis monsterhas only hiddenin numbness
this ignorant confusionthis pathetic remorsethis ruthless pain
has yet to dieandpestilence sets in
this monsterthis monster has y...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 22:40:00 GMT |
