Tick-tock, says grandfather clock. Psssstt...., the whispers won’t st… Ding-dong, afraid we’ve waited too… Shredding the canvas that weathers… Drip-drop,
Seven o’clock and a bath delayed As indecision wins over the day Or maybe a stale is still on the w… The movie in background now makes… As another pretense to the purpose…
We are one from within from the whomb to the blinding light flesh beating bleeding heart pumping through our veins we see feel hear smell taste five senses we all carry we grow as one w...
Lord, should’st thou weigh my righ… Or mark what I have done amiss, How should thy servant stand? Tho’ others might, yet surely I Must hide my face, nor dare to cry
my clock— synced mere seconds past yours, carves a great chasm we fail— to match everything at
I feel this burning This yearning This desire that fuels this fire It hates And it breaks It fucks with the fates
He wants to be fair to both sides because there’s an election coming soon so he tells his side every day
I will throw by my book. The wear… Of too much study presses on my br… And thought’s close fetter binds u… Like a distraction, and I must gi… Morning hath seen me here, and noo…
It’s crazy how just a smile Could make my heart run a mile It’s crazy how a voice so sweet Could make my cheeks fluster with… Just one boy could make my mind ra…
If you are sad, love yourself. If you are scared, trust yourself. If you are angry, forgive yourself… If you are lonely, hug yourself. If you are opinionated, question y…
Nothing is so out of reach that it… No hate is so strong that it cant… No time is so long that it will ne… No love is so lost that it cant be… YOU control your heart so YOU c…
The night was late. I cannot tell the time. The sky was darker than usual, and it was difficult to distinguish the few stars twinkling in its immensity. It was odd, but it seemed that e...
When the dew of storm’s chin still… Puddling inside the pulse of branc… A man walks his conscience In that park each morn To breathe the sweat of sun break
Sorrow is the only emotion I feel… caused by a pain deep inside my he… My heart has broken into millions… and my eyes are red from tears. I am broken and bruised, never to…
At my eyes behest, I fell for the one that looked the… But the one that looked the nicest… Is the one that Betrayed me first… The truth that ducked my foresight…
you were cast a light to guide your way up to heaven where now you will stay you have now set up your camp one last time. Fishing with angels in the deep blue sea at peace you will be w...
I command You!!! Devil, I am a child of god, and I… I see how you are trying to mess u… Ever since April 8th, you’ve been… You’ve been showing me sex, drugs,…
Why do u say your not beautiful be…
Peace my hearts blab, be ever dumb… Sorrowes speak loud without a tong… And my perplexed thoughts forbear To breath your selves in any ear: Tis scarce a true or manly grief
I love the sound of distant traffi… the idea that someone is travellin… known only to themselves. I can imagine but what I imagine speaks only for…
Eight thousand puzzle-piece butterflies fill the memory carded banks of discarded blank cyberspace Alzheimers.
YOUNG 2 OLD IWAS BORN IN A HAPY S… TO DIS WORLD FUL OF TEAR…
Death calls to me in his lovely vo… And tries to have me come But I fear the pain So I can not respond The devil calls me hither
W’at’s all dem bell a ringin’ for,… hear dem ev’ry w’ere? W’at’s bring de peop’ togeder on d… Trois Rivieres, Dat happy crowd is look so glad, w…
I wait for the day when your name… when your voice becomes distant, until it eventually fades away. I wait for the day when you aren’t… when I can live and breathe withou…
Dark figure within Not suitable to be loved Life finds a way out
to a girl who court mt eye whos smile lights the dullest sky whos beauty is far above the rest whos features could only be classe… the girl of my dreams she does not…
We are the knights In times of darkness we became lig… Through the ages many have came an… But we remain strong We hold our heads high
There stood a low and ivied roof, As gazing rustics tell, In times of chivalry and song ‘Yclept the holy well. Above the ivies’ branchlets gray
Sitting in a pew Preacher speaks his lies A bird hits the window And slowly it dies. Twidling my thumbs