II. |
I’m trapped, I’m trapped; I’ve cracked, I’ve snapped; I’m lost, I’m lost; I’m cold, I’m frost; I’m scared, I’m scared; I don’t, I neve...
Posted by Patrick Shankly on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 10:40:00 PST |
Hide. |
I’ve been fooled and I’ve been mislead.My will is cracked and my mind is dead.I can feel you here, dwelling in my head.You’re in my closet and under my bed.You’re on the TV and...
Posted by Patrick Shankly on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 08:19:00 PST |
Haven’t done one of these in a while... |
Cell. Stuck in fits of mood,Staring at the wall,And crawling through the room, & nbsp; Thoughts b...
Posted by Patrick Shankly on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 07:25:00 PST |
Bottom of the Harbor |
You play such a sweet song,But I can't sing. I'm a disappointment; I know. But my feet are so cold,They're numb. ...
Posted by Patrick Shankly on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 11:09:00 PST |
One for Halloween |
"Run faster, for fuck's sake." I said aloud to myself. A growing feeling of nausea threatened to overwhelm me as I stopped to clutch my abdomen. The sound of the leaves crackling under hooves bore dow...
Posted by Patrick Shankly on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 11:38:00 PST |
Coffee |
It really shouldn't be this way. I'm really not one to be trusted. Soon, you'll see what it is to be truly disgusted. Maybe you'll realize on the next Tuesday. You'll want to do nothing short ...
Posted by Patrick Shankly on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 09:07:00 PST |
speak |
Peaceful and nerveracking, pretty and ugly in sync Makes me so tired but I won't sleep a winkLucky like thirteen and weak like a straight vodka drink Ordered like anarchy, more radical a thought than ...
Posted by Patrick Shankly on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 11:36:00 PST |
dearest. |
Womanizing drunken son of a bitch.He only has one way to scratch the itch.He goes to fuck the girls from the bar.They go with him to the dunes.He violates them under the light of the moon. ...
Posted by Patrick Shankly on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 10:14:00 PST |
clique for eternity. |
H. elen sits on the inside,After she was swept away with the tide,She was pulled down to the rocks.And they put her in a box.A. bigail rests parallel.Because she climbed on the ledge and fell.Her...
Posted by Patrick Shankly on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 09:56:00 PST |
Tempest |
A chill.A zephyr.Jupiter's army comes together.A crack!A flash!The wind hums on the window glass. A slip.A fall. Daylight flares down the walls. A shadow.A click.Drops staccato on the brick. A crash!A...
Posted by Patrick Shankly on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 10:40:00 PST |
