crowded sorrow |
There is something surreal about suicide, the stripping of your first basic instinct, self preservation, it takes precedence and a hold of the spiritual parts of you, what you've grown up to believe, ...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Aug 2009 08:47:00 GMT |
and just before. |
And just before I limp to a place to sit, ripping up my feet, wincing from the pain, the walking is insane, the desire to maintain, the fire to the flame, the reason that I came, the walk the run, the...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 08:41:00 GMT |
obvious things. |
this one is still so true. Isn't it Em? Obvious Things Obvious things This is not a poem although maybe it will be a poem since I haven't mastered honesty enough To not turn true things into ...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 14:38:00 GMT |
because you thought you knew. |
wrote this one a minute ago.. but the emotion is still very much there so re -blog. because you thought you knew I have love for you in the way certain people have love for possessions they don't h...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 14:23:00 GMT |
red |
(my assignment - write a piece on the color red ...)I come from a long line of men covered in blues, of chicks with attitude Of more than reasons to lose, of nothing given to chooseStumbling on red ro...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 11:43:00 GMT |
unfinshed |
I think its ok. I think its ok.. I think its ok, even though, its not I am writing this piece knowing that this isnt a piece Ill perform, not the crowd pleasing type of flow that has sistas jum...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jan 2009 07:59:00 GMT |
inadequate |
I posted this for a day a few weeks ago. just to get feedback before my show but now it stays...
inadequate
I would give anything to be anything to you
- throw my sky out...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 12:50:00 GMT |
tasting almost |
There will come a time when the love that bound the two - seamlessly displayed in a thick, vine constructed solely of belief and hopeWill rip soundlesslyand those threads, once one, will unravel - rip...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 14:51:00 GMT |
Cherry coke |
She's got a weak stomach
So she can't taste my bitterness
She cant swallow my pain
she doesn't have the tongue capacity to be my voice
She's got that weak stomach, so she can't /she can't /she can...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 08:00:00 GMT |
back and forth (an oldie) |
She Wants me back, now that my lungs have been rebuilt,
now that the scar she left, is little more
than, a tiny scratch on my existence,
right now, time inside of minutes,
she wants to live inside...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 10:22:00 GMT |
