the rhyming reason |
Hollow's Friendshipwhy bother? effort it seems, is mere wasted time. caring is taken for granted. love is laughable. 8 years lost to immaturity. she's always been the favorite, and I know she always ...
Posted by Jo Mamma on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 02:16:00 PST |
well i guess you left me with some feathers in my hand |
Here we find ourselves chasing after these idealized falsities. Fabrications of our own utopia. Here honesty, self-respect and selflessness are what we hope for. False. Fabricated. Molded. Melted. Bur...
Posted by Jo Mamma on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 09:59:00 PST |
illumination |
like flies in the night, we flock to the only light we see. like falling rain, we puddle. like voices through time, we muddle. shrinking distance. growing. flowing. like stringed kites, we knot. a nev...
Posted by Jo Mamma on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 12:41:00 PST |
Alone without you..you..you...and yourself |
Oblivious
Oblivious with tunnel vision
tunnel vison focused on one
the only one you think matters
it matters that you cant see
see anything beyond yourself
yourself.. yourself ...yourself
Yourself bey...
Posted by Jo Mamma on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 01:22:00 PST |
Kamikazi |
Looking at you alone in the corner naked, bruised, and bleeding gripping the last of your love whitening your knuckles A tear runs down my face endlessly falling for i know what it is you grip...
Posted by Jo Mamma on Wed, 09 Nov 2005 04:18:00 PST |
The Flowers YOU Gave me are Rotten; And Yet I Refuse to Throw Them Away |
As the leaves of October fall So do my hopes of understanding! What is this thing called friendship? Every October it seems the reality of which i once knew dissappears. Old friends die, current frien...
Posted by Jo Mamma on Fri, 28 Oct 2005 09:09:00 PST |
At Fault |
Her hand fell hard and fast. Her sweaty palm left indentations of her future present and past slashed across my face.The wound would never heal. The smell of liquor bellowed from her dry raspy mouth c...
Posted by Jo Mamma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Feeling Alive? |
I found myself lying on the cold porcelain floor in a well lit room. The light was so bright that I couldnt see. I closed my eyes and heard their voices, muffled and raspy. I reached out hoping to to...
Posted by Jo Mamma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Slither No More |
I caught a dirty little snake tonight. I caught it and rung it's neck. I hung it on the window so every time you looked out you'd remember. I'll always remember, so why shouldn't you. You always look ...
Posted by Jo Mamma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Heartbroken |
His dark eyes pierced
Through my attempts to cover
My deepest feeling
Of love or lust. Im unsure
What it is I desire.
His picture is all
That remains of a lustful
Night, leaving only
Shatte...
Posted by Jo Mamma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
