Hallelujah |
A broken throne like a song from a dove, past the marble floors, will out do you. A baby's breath being buckled by the wind, have sung the hallelujah's. Into the throw's of every shattered movemen...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 19:15:00 GMT |
Brother |
The love is enough, my brother.When the dam breaksits over.But the reservior of your heartwill hold up enough.The tempersof our windy handswill subsideSo, stop your hoarding,my brother,we will soon fi...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 21:28:00 GMT |
Cheap Thrills |
Drunk when no one is thereTwo bar stools away from the man I'd love I could barely sway me a love shoulder or wink me a love eye. So I'll drink without the present past of what's on the screen in fron...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 22:00:00 GMT |
(Stalemate) Social Hillbilly |
(in different ways)A descriptive monologue:On Janurary 15th I was born a loser. I faked out my colleagues by burning the building down. Yes, it was cold, but not one escaped without an injury. I was p...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 09:09:00 GMT |
South End |
The backside of your cigarette smokehit me like a milk crate;You say, "The difference betweena shooting star and a painterlies in the distance between the scaffold and the fall."When the light burns s...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 09:08:00 GMT |
Purging the Sneeze |
Purging the Sneeze In the land: They got a hold on us as we fight to find our way. In the mornings: We remain frozen in ourselves. It ain't right, to be still, surely. I...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 09:06:00 GMT |
