GOD |
So last night, hopped up on dayquil, because ive been rather ill you see, i had an epiphany. It occured to me so suddly then overran me, i immediately told another of this eph... Posted by Draw With Confinement...Fuck Ya on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 09:31:00 PST |
New short story |
So there I sit, my seat slightly reclined as usual for me when i am about to drive. I start the engine, the reving of it somehow cools my heated persona.&nb... Posted by Draw With Confinement...Fuck Ya on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 11:26:00 PST |
new story rough draft |
My heartbeat slowing, rhythmic, my eyes pulled by the weight of time, the sound fading, lessening from my ears. I hold my mothers hand as we walk in the store, as she pushes o... Posted by Draw With Confinement...Fuck Ya on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 08:09:00 PST |
My first story for creative writing, my epiphany paper |
Here I sit, looking at the sin that has sprung from my soul through a physical being. The blood dripping from my wrist to the floor below, forming a sea of red from a soul of ... Posted by Draw With Confinement...Fuck Ya on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 10:29:00 PST |
i fell from heaven, and took innocence with |
a see of red her hair before me,her cheeks a rosey blush,and her shyness wiped away,begoned eternal hush,now she is staring through me,with those cold angered eyes,and i hate myself for it, for atrapp... Posted by Draw With Confinement...Fuck Ya on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 08:33:00 PST |
i fell from heaven, and took innocence with |
a see of red her hair before me,her cheeks a rosey blush,and her shyness wiped away,begoned eternal hush,now she is staring through me,with those cold angered eyes,and i hate myself for it, for atrapp... Posted by Draw With Confinement...Fuck Ya on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 08:34:00 PST |
hatred |
the night fall rises as the stars are smothered by the clouds,the moon hides as well, no destination to be achieved,and my hatred swells up to conquer the meek,and no more well i be lawded,but their d... Posted by Draw With Confinement...Fuck Ya on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 08:13:00 PST |
I Believe in Angels |
Her eyes, a blue ocean from which i will never part,an oasis in a desert, a tear to escape no morewhile i am here, her eyes, a view to my heart,i hope to never wash upon that shore,to stay afloat in t... Posted by Draw With Confinement...Fuck Ya on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 09:57:00 PST |
WHY IS IT SO HARD TO DO THE RIGHT THING |
the cool metal blade, a tranquil being of cool shame,a release, taking the pain with each drop of blood,i watch my essence flowing like the river of painfrom which my soul floods,the moon, an inachiev... Posted by Draw With Confinement...Fuck Ya on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 07:41:00 PST |
what, a happy poem? |
what, a happy poem? hope is a ray of light in a dark room,one thing of virtue when all has gone wrong,Jubilation spreading, ever Bloomsthe hope for fate goes on far longto shed its ligh... Posted by Draw With Confinement...Fuck Ya on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 11:35:00 PST |