tragically beautiful |
pleasure turns to the pain lessons learned from the strain questions burned in my brain.. about whether love is humane in its touch. these thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of yo...
Posted by S.M.Graffiti on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 02:50:00 PST |
Wake up in or out of this. |
Memories:Certain memories are like the rain, charming in their misery, definitive of its finest quality coinciding with humble sadness. Filtered by time they soon become the memories we have that neve...
Posted by S.M.Graffiti on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 10:07:00 PST |
and the clowns put on makeup for show |
I haven't felt this mask in some time now. The mask of truth in its unveiling
The mask of my name divided
The mask of its enemies hidden by friends in loving memory of the once was will never be.
The...
Posted by S.M.Graffiti on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:39:00 PST |
let it burn |
I just want to cut away
Cut away?
Yes,
Cutting the pages and numbers until the equation is erased by scars and lies.
And I will take the scars and lies and burn it all down until everything is gone l...
Posted by S.M.Graffiti on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:37:00 PST |
moments of black sin |
Subsiding of the ever was, will never be
In fading promise of the compromise.
Waiting for the depletion of what once lingered, now lurks
I sold my soul for a dollar that I lost
I'm always misplacing...
Posted by S.M.Graffiti on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 12:37:00 PST |
Accumulative Thought [my provocation] |
Its been about two weeks now and I can still see the bruise left on my arm, faded now in remains of the only hand the ties me with good intention with sympathetic eyes of the facts instated upon its d...
Posted by S.M.Graffiti on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 10:27:00 PST |
walking contradiction (lost in translation) |
Some days I feel like a ghost as the wind cuts through the transparency of which I consist of, other days I feel like a plague spreading my disease upon ever glare that passes by as it bleeds infectio...
Posted by S.M.Graffiti on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 06:13:00 PST |
just forget me, its that simple. |
What I'll remember most is what I have yet to learn,And I will bask in the knowingness of the memories never to be forgotten.What I know now is not that of a story told but rather a truth reveled in i...
Posted by S.M.Graffiti on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 02:58:00 PST |
The Dreaming [i am awoken] |
Im layin in bed, in my struggle of internal conflict inflicted by the breaking light and the hush of silence. as i lay on this matress that is too firm to be comfortable, yet it is proclaimed as my co...
Posted by S.M.Graffiti on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 11:22:00 PST |
a farewell of no goodbye |
Lovers love life living for their loves, (of cost)Live they do for the love they give in the life they live while giving...And a lovers loved one lostLastingly aspired we long fully for longevity, (pa...
Posted by S.M.Graffiti on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 12:17:00 PST |
