On Display |
Not enough bandaids to cover the wound and the blood on the floor spells out your doom. It isn't far beyond me to find a way around you. I'm very close to one and will settle for two. At the end of...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jul 2009 05:54:00 GMT |
Jakal has one friend. |
Don't forget what you are to do before you die. More importantly, don't die.
Posted by on Fri, 03 Jul 2009 07:31:00 GMT |
When you said "Summer's over." |
I find that wisdom is always self taught. That's not to say I haven't had some great teachers in my time to display for me far different perspectives than my own. Rather that my open mindedness in...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 06:50:00 GMT |
The Requisite Strangeness |
Tears and laughter. Odd fears saved for after. It always has to get a little weird, but I seem to appreciate it. I couldn't be who I wanted to be, nor who you needed me to be. I could have saved you...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:48:00 GMT |
Every Little Thing |
I speak to myself as a show of a peakThe cresting of desperationSeparation begins and ends in a weekBut you are the only one that could leaveOnly you could liveThe snow fell again that dayJust as a li...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 00:45:00 GMT |
Who are you? |
I always say one little thing trying to make you feel better. It seems that I do still have an end game. I still top dps after all. I couldn't really assume that you would know the implications of yo...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 23:55:00 GMT |
Thane of Glamis |
A beckoning space like a much nicer throne, the thought, the imagery, "..felt at the small..." In my arrogance, presumed there for me.
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 00:55:00 GMT |
An excerpt from Golset's Journal |
Weak, pathetic. Men walk passed me and won't even look into these eyes. They know these eyes are seeking. Seeking anyone who will stand tall and shout their own name. So that I may stand tall and sh...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 00:05:00 GMT |
Granted. |
Odd and ideal, To reap what I feelThe words were so easyThe power congealedGive a man a bit of a brakeFrom never living with truthDeceit here seems a bit of a lakeSwimming, the pass-time of youthAnd I...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 02:04:00 GMT |
And if you talk like an angel to me. |
If you look like an angel or speak like AngelicaIf you lie with a space there for meWhen the sun rose and shined like the heavensIf that day was just divinityIf I am a devil or a snake in the grassAnd...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Mar 2009 02:28:00 GMT |
