right & wrong |
crashing waves cover my feetin weeds and rocks but clean them backas it rushes away from meback to reach for the moonI wanted to hurt you but the gun backfired I'm sure so I'm just covered in dust and...
Posted by Confessions of a love junkie on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 10:55:00 PST |
Decisions, Converstations and the Aftermath of storms |
Conversations filled with sunlight masked by a harsh rain with too much wind searching for metaphors to calm the wavesbut your drowning again and I'm 50 feet away everyone feels a bit reluctant to lov...
Posted by Confessions of a love junkie on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 03:26:00 PST |
pick-up lines |
warm toes in sandles and your ankles cut againbut you don't careyou can't feel a thing but my hands on the back of your neck
you'll be dead before you realize what I'm taking from you
this sun is blin...
Posted by Confessions of a love junkie on Tue, 22 May 2007 01:47:00 PST |
restless and manic |
restlessand manic with your hair on my fingertipsmornings where you swearyou don't remember a thing but when it happens to youyour eyes well up and I wonderif you're even trying to hide your pain from...
Posted by Confessions of a love junkie on Mon, 14 May 2007 01:43:00 PST |
the colourblind way of travel |
snow flake day of this month againand your hands in her hands the way you'd never have needed mepages on the floor I'm laying out trying to find the connections to what's been painted from my fingerti...
Posted by Confessions of a love junkie on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 01:17:00 PST |
Bi-polar dreams |
bugs under the skin walking through the leaves that are falling in this wrong seasonbut people keep looking at my convictionlike insanityperhaps the idea of the ends near just makes me feel safer than...
Posted by Confessions of a love junkie on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 12:59:00 PST |
sew buttons for therapy |
so it's been a fewdaysbut I still feel like the end of the meat hooksits barried in my intestinesand I'm still in shock shaking like I'm losing blood again but it's only you so nothing much ...
Posted by Confessions of a love junkie on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 01:08:00 PST |
edges |
I remember the way the sun felt breaking the cold that still hung in the damp northern mist when we were climbing the stairs instead of wasting the elevator and we weren't cold so we kept holding...
Posted by Confessions of a love junkie on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 08:02:00 PST |
bag lady |
I feel left and far awaysome damn dirt roadstained my jeansand I can smell nothingbut you I'm ready and my bags are packedin the most thearetical of sensesbut I keep pulling out thesefolded clothes an...
Posted by Confessions of a love junkie on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 03:44:00 PST |
Mauve |
Someone's being eaten by the windI'm only half ignoring the screams but her voice isscratching my face and I'm praying for rainwith every steptake me home to myselflet me shiver, alone
I haven't...
Posted by Confessions of a love junkie on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 01:16:00 PST |
