

Red Ragged RawRed Ragged Raw This dichotomy of pervasions: Rage against the mean/ Drift down the stream;Red Ragged Raw
No lonely cusp of mountain view Prepares the voiceless Throat to the undermass.
Goodbye, dear one, Clipped ears, begone. Goodbye, then.


You, with no shineThis; my final recipe For misadventure, a caricature At the finest level, Crushed red petal.You, with no shine
Treasured, as a bowerbird, You were. Your words exposed Like bone broke through flesh, You bleed, I read.
Veiny rivers tumble down (She tracks my misery throughout my life ...) ..
And now to criticise, I don't see your eyes,
(Just the hollows). My useless body on the ground, Flapping in the wind.


I bring you my loveAlone along a passing plane My love, conjecturing parabola, I reach for you in matinees' dream, My arms become my master.I bring you my love
Alone, how could I ever Define alone with a blade, Why at night you toss and turn me? My heart becomes my grave.
Alone. Again. Each passing phase as powerful As Titan, a slipping tongue Bouncing off your face.
Alone! With my guts Embraced and words at my lips, I chop out my wrists to give you my soul, I bring you my love,  


a star among manybroken identity cleansed in a pool of your godly embrace, sunken beauty purity has a bitter taste. envoloped by the hallow forsaken room in whicha star among many
the clouds of smoke seep from the cracked door, sweet jezzus the pain is smoked away. beauty has absolutely no flaw .were are you now ? probably sitting on your bed ...playing ...strumming my guitar. you are as lost as i am, as plain as
day is seen. i walk the rails of these broken
tracks only to find the remains, of simply nothing ,but hopless thoughts
forever remaining the same, yet here you come dreamers eyes


reluctant whorecrying october the leaves on the trees bleed screen door blows open in the screaming agony of the wind.reluctant whore
little pig! little pig!
dogs howling behind wooden bars of a warden's fence windows locked tight-- no sign of an afterlife
let me come in.
listening to the chorus of dying house squeaks
not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
deep beneath shattered grace she lives to be ravaged bitch on the sly, begging you:
blow my house in


Garbage Canlying in bed with the demon that hunts me-- squeeze my eyes shut but the bitterness, it bleeds through like ink pouring from a pen-- a desperate pen that cannot relay the helpless feeling of treacherous loyalty. my stomach aches until it explodes bathing me in the acid of hate--Garbage Can
i'm not raising myself i'm raising a mother.


How Strange InnocenceBring around the cheer; sipping tendencies with strawberry. You were floral and decadent, dabbing seasons on your hem.How Strange Innocence
We sang like sun gods draped with cherry blossoms in our hair the season of fruit -- singing,
as though fruits were rare.
"How Strange," you cried, so I once agreed --
"There's innocence in the air," the summer of love's need.
can we please talk again soon? i do need it.
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how long can you expect love to outweigh ignorance?
*cling*
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how long can you expect love to outweigh ignorance?
Thanks for all your lovely words,
as precious as always
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Guess my life is a compromise.
review my area!
also, what email address do you check?
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Watch your thoughts, they become words. Your words=actions, your actions=habit. Your habits=character. Character-Destiny. While you're at it, watch me! [link]
I only refrained from saying "most favouritest" to maintain some staidness in this reply.
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Guess my life is a compromise.
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Guess my life is a compromise.
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