Game Over Grand Theft Life |
With re-dos and markups he smiles.As they say knowing is half the battle.His knows enough to know enough to leave well enough aloneHe knows his life contains pause buttonsand cheat codesand if the di...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Sep 2009 16:45:00 GMT |
Go moon. go with Love |
Where are you moon?I need you to lite up the darkness in my lifeCandles only remind me of my flamless spirit.Have you gone with love?Did you leave via text like herSaying its for the bestLike herOnto ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Sep 2009 16:41:00 GMT |
Raised by queens |
I grew in a house of queensRaised to be kingyet longed to be a jokerThe queen of diamonds seemed to be made of stoneso precious in my eyesEven though she was hard on meNever let me get overUnless over...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Sep 2009 16:38:00 GMT |
I've never felt this way |
Ive never felt this way.This opposite of loveThis utter contemptMy despair depressionIs caused by her leaving me.Not with a goodbye or see ya laterBut with a its bestWho the hell are you to tell meWh...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 22:49:00 GMT |
say goodnite not goodbybe. |
Her eyes pierce my heart like rusted barbwire
The only pain I feel
Is its sudden disappearance.
Ripping and tearing
Ready to drown in...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 21:32:00 GMT |
Midnight angel |
Midnight conversations with my midnight angel
Only work if its not midnight,
Cuz by then we re both sleepy and really have no control of what we re saying.
She is my iris,
i'm her goo goo dolls...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 17:10:00 GMT |
txt message lovers |
I met her once on the day I was kicked out of my house.
I talked to her for 10 minutes.
All though
as the minutes ticked away
I knew it wasn't enough.
But that's the problem with being a par...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 14:40:00 GMT |
Long Distance Blues |
And she told me, baby.
I can't go with you. I'm sorry.
And then the next thing I heard was click.
It was the perfect exclamation to awkward silence.
Now normally, I would have been Hurricane ME...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 23:07:00 GMT |
Robbed this store |
My conscious echoes
like debating students in a classroom
arguing over right and wrong.
My breath blows out
like the shore being drowned by the waves
My leg juxtaposed their shaking and moveme...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 23:13:00 GMT |
My poetry teacher |
My poetry teacher taught
English to students who didn’t want to learn.
We figured
HEY I can speak the language, so why am I not...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 06:20:00 GMT |
