The Anchor End |
we walked the midnight streets of Colly'pulling cancer into our lungs while dodging bullets in the rain.faster now as the beginning was never at a slowi crossed my fingers into pocketslike fire the cr...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 21:18:00 GMT |
+so i guess youll sleep in the garden+ |
..TR>
..TR>
+so i guess you'll sleep in the garden+
i saw a mirrow shadow of an angelpainted like an old postcard my father sentand as it breathed from the lungs of the back roomfor once i was gla...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 12:20:00 GMT |
+so i guess youll sleep in the garden+ |
+so i guess you'll sleep in the garden+
i saw a mirrow shadow of an angel
painted like an old postcard my father sent
and as it breathed from the lungs of the back room
for once i was glad i wasnt de...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 12:20:00 GMT |
rolling white lines react with closed doors |
this is a night fixed with anything but shared plans
worked down to bone like paintings on the wall
if i could reason with myself why ive had to hide
i think for the second time id find two or th...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 06:47:00 GMT |
youre a ghost my dear, now get dressed and tell me whats worth living for! |
if i could id
kill you with all the dirty looks you ever threw my way
black your eyes with every lie you spit in my face
make you crawl through a puddle of your own guilt
and choke yo...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 17:59:00 GMT |
-handshakes- |
i saw bright lights as if it were a second chance
holding onto the docs and shores like they were ours
as our reflections sank in the orange glow on the water
you were you and i was something i never ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 01:21:00 GMT |
one drink and three later |
i practiced patients in the long run, but like the wind you swept the life outta me
called a taxi to take my goodside home and left the bad to take on the night
hell burns cold like a jacket for ...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 14:22:00 GMT |
::no lights in vegas:: |
i wrote it down on paper, god it feels like carving skin
if i could build a bridge to gap this water
i think the flood gates would die
wash me away, yeah my city away
if haley only&...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 17:31:00 GMT |
::walks on the prairie line:: |
i got a handfull of truths.
most of 'em stories,
but some with meaning.
if you listened
you wouldnt have to read em
tales of two
and dreams of blue
an open book
for the view
you already know cause i ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 May 2007 21:28:00 GMT |
DEAR YOU |
::DEAR YOU::
dear you, i dont know you anymore
cause you up and gone
beating me at my own game when i knew it was time to come back home
and when the doctor came
there were no patients
just an emptey ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 20:56:00 GMT |
