

Sick sick sickWith your back turned, you nod your head and smirk.......Sick sick sick
In that room, dull and tiresome you plot, you scheme, you fantasize your wildest dreams do come alive at least in your eyes.
The room: dark and mysterious the power cut out you hear the gas slowly creep about the scent of gasoline consumes the room the fire- oh that fire burnt bright- it sneaks under the classroom door they all burn their flesh melts off the screams are quiet
and the view is a silent film
..... "Sick sick sick," They called me, "sick!"  


The CrowThe crow is the loudest The rest all blend Their colors- magnificentThe Crow
they all fit in. The crow is black It's caws are ugly The sound- disturbing It doesn't fit in. I am that crow I am that wretch I am all those things and even less I catch the worm and toss it up To have it stolen -just my luck.


incomplete thoughtsWords I do love you still, but you are not what's right for me... -the gushing and gooey between my fingers the smoothing of surfaces The innumerable possibilities... Clay, oh how I do adore you How I love you more than one show love wet dirt....incomplete thoughts
--
.Seeing The World Through Different Eyes.
--
Liverpool can be a lonely place on a Saturday night, and this is only Thursday morning...
I
Oh, and one more thing.
Read. Mah. Poetr...ah?
[link]
--
[[Pull the strings of my mind, help me squeeze out my last few lines]]
--
------------------------------------------------
now empty save for echoes
I steal like a blind recluse
careful children's steps
to the shelter I rarely dare to visit
--
[[Pull the strings of my mind, help me squeeze out my last few lines]]
--
()_()
(^^)
o(0)o
`j`j
--
[[Pull the strings of my mind, help me squeeze out my last few lines]]
--
()_()
(^^)
o(0)o
`j`j
--
[[Pull the strings of my mind, help me squeeze out my last few lines]]
--
()_()
(^^)
o(0)o
`j`j
Previous Page12345...Next Page