R.I.P. |
Posted by damn, Harlot on Tue, 08 May 2007 10:21:00 PST |
the girl writes |
not very good shit-- but she does.words yo
Posted by damn, Harlot on Tue, 18 Oct 2005 04:23:00 PST |
inside my room.... |
an assignment for some writing class.. by lindsey-- about my room.i think it's a little exaggeratedThe scent of spiced pumpkin battles the musty stench of three week old laundry as it piles up t...
Posted by damn, Harlot on Thu, 13 Oct 2005 11:51:00 PST |
choke |
it's the last frontier to conquer, other people, strangers, the jungle of their arms and legs, hair and skin, the smells and moans that is everybody you haven't done. the great unknowns. the last fore...
Posted by damn, Harlot on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 11:05:00 PST |
worthy of words |
never is there a day worthy of wordsand if only truth was wanted would things improvelegitamacy is only right when applaudedthank me when you've followed through
Posted by damn, Harlot on Wed, 16 Nov 2005 02:00:00 PST |
i want the fuck out |
I want to start over- I want to disappear- I want to go somewhere new someplace Ive never been- I want to be anonymous in a city- I want to leave everyone and everything I know- I want to break all t...
Posted by damn, Harlot on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
as the odium begins |
sitting in front of you-
watching unbearable truths & slanders drip
from your mouth-
as the odium begins to gather on the floor
I drag my legs up into the chair-
holding, pulling them so tightly-...
Posted by damn, Harlot on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
today... |
looking back-
over my shoulder
i can see us smiling
i can see all the lonliness
i've ever felt
i can feel all the sadness you could
ever hold-
wondering where time has taken us-
...
Posted by damn, Harlot on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
