Of An AngelWhere it all began I held her hand for the very first time That night And I try too hard to live this over And I try too hard to quiet my wordsOf An Angel
And I try too hard to keep this quiet But my heart screams out These words are yours And I try too hard to live that night When your smile
Is everything
That night it rained A bittersweet tap of life and
Heartbeats And I try too hard to stop my question And I try too hard to hold this rose
If I pick a moment Raindrops falling A silent whisper I love you dear If
Starlight...Star Brightthe worst part about waking up in the morning besides the fact of having to get up anyway is that i open my eyes and she is not there next to me i think of how it would be if she was there upon my bed her starlight gaze blinded by her restful eyelids her lips moving slightly as if to tell me of her dreams the graceful curves of her face smoother than the sheets her chest rising and falling with each breath she graces her arms over my waist, her hand upon my back our legs tangled comfortably within each other her hair around the back of her head and neck a few strands fall beforStarlight...Star Bright
the giving up syndromedo you feel a pain yelling? muffled deap inside. right now its tearing through your chest and eating out your pride. there isnt much left of you it fell out while you cried this sickness that i speak of is every feeling that you hide. sometimes it becomes so strong i can almost hear it sing a song about past regrets and settling for the next best thing. if it means enough to you that anything else would sting then why give anything else then any and everything.the giving up syndrome
Ice Fishingthe cackle of the ice is shrill combusting popcorn kernel cracks a short little spasm full of suprise with bitter taste on tongue at stakeIce Fishing
prickles chafe against your skin and ruby red consumes blue cheek with merits of greatest despise the somber ocean melts away
assaulted stick is laid to waste as purring engine smokes and screams and with a world as cold as this who would dare to leave their dreams?
silent intake of pungent sulphur a wiff of nausea in the throat slowly charging great militia with drool along the evening gown
A Chance EncounterA Chance Encounter (with the Aesthetic)A Chance Encounter
As I sat at my chair, my table, Awaiting the arrival of old friends, I caught sight of the Aesthetic. Not at the bar, as is usual, But more near the seated area, Caught between the bar and the dance floor, And, as always, a solitary figure. Then, when comrades returned, And the fiery absinth was served, The trance that held me let go,
And rejoined the yellow fog of night.
Again I find myself seated alone, Friends have wandered off on their own, Leaving a heavy silence, cold as stone. The droning club
Lines In The SandRuby red and brilliant Sparkling in the twilight hours Trickling down my body Like a lovers lips Collecting in a pool At the temple's epicenterLines In The Sand
A bleeding heart Amongst the doves Tearing me apart From day to day I listen for the last feather To fall from atop my head
Deep are the wounds that mark the desert sands
cough up blood and live for more
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an apathy of empathy is the key to every loss...but yet our shadows shed our dreams as ashes to fire...FiSh
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WE'RE THE HATE CREW, we'll stand and we wont fall
WE'RE ALL FOR NONE, and none for all.
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an apathy of empathy is the key to every loss...but yet our shadows shed our dreams as ashes to fire...FiSh
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Ducking for apples - change one letter and it's the story of my life.
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an apathy of empathy is the key to every loss...but yet our shadows shed our dreams as ashes to fire...FiSh
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"You and me, you know that we were always funny in a car crash sort of way...."
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