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Passion
Posted October 8 | Leave a Comment
As easy clean-up on the cold linoleum floor after igniting my spark On the bathroom`s cool squares. All it takes is a Kleenex to roll away my passion and headstroung lust. I feel empty. Have I betrayed God or just myself? read more
Song for my father
Posted October 8 | Leave a Comment
Death is a sad song that embraces even children. If I could have known my father, my heart would mourn. I can onlywish to talk to the sky and imagine Hearing his voice. He left his name but no name at all. Iwould use my only father as a raft to float through these rivers. At night I say "I love you" and hear no response. The song of his silence is thrown down from pulsating stars telling me to go on. read more
The girl i like
Posted October 8 | Leave a Comment
I saw this girl on my way home. She is everything I want in a girl. A girl who makes me smile when she smiles, a girl who speaks what she feels. She makes my heart skip like a street beat, happy. read more
Black roses
Posted October 8 | Leave a Comment
BLACK ROSES MY TRUE, MY CHOSEN BLACK VELVET IN YOUR PETALS SO CURIOUS AND MYSTERIOUS YOUR GRAVITATION PULL,YOUR FORCE FEEDS OFF MY DESIRES... AND I RUN TO YOUR REPELLENT APPEARANCE A SALTY RAIN LEAKS FROM ITS SOURCE,ME I CAN`T STOP MY ACHE, INSIDE ARE SCREAMS PLEAS FROM MY SOUL THAT I`VE LOST CONTROL BUT I CAN`T TURN MY BACK TO YOU, YOU`RE WHAT I KNOW... AND I NEED TO WALK AWAY FROM YOU TURN AWAY, GET AWAY HINTS OF PURPLE,TRACES OF BLOOD FLASH BEFORE YOUR BACKGROUND,… read more
There is nothing more wasted in this world than life
Posted October 8 | Leave a Comment
I lift my head to hear an angel cry,"There is nothing more wasted in this world than life."And I'd sing the harmony, in an attempt to agree,But I have an awful voice to match the awful life I lead. read more
BLOODS BOILING, WINDS CALMING
Posted October 8 | Leave a Comment
Within seconds the blood reaches my head. I yell and scream through blind fury. My head heats up, feel the frustration building. I want to break something, scream for all Im worth. But I know I cant. I must have control, simmer my steam. So I stomp outside, to my one safe haven. The grass is my bed of relief. The wind cools my blood, and the creek dissolves my frustration. The distant cars, the faint noise of construction, and the quiet rustle of trees; it soothes me, and I relax. Slowly I coo… read more
AS WE WHISPER
Posted October 8 | Leave a Comment
FLICKERING OF LIGHTNING BUGS, FEEL LIKE WE ARE WALKING THROUGH STARS. BRANCH TOUCH BRANCH, WE`RE CLOSED IN SPACE. WE EXTEND OUR HANDS WE ARE JUST A PART OF THE HOLLOW TREES AND THE MOSS SECRETS AND UNTOLD STORIES DANCE OFF OUR TONGUES AS WE WHISPER TO THE CRICKETS read more
