for me to write down the thoughts that swim through my head all day in the form of poetry.
I may not be 'good' and I may not use the correct forms or whatever, but i like to write/


15Autumn leaves fall to the ground my conscience follows suit my morals are throwing up fire and i'm separated, falling away, distant from you. choke, cough, and bleed. these nights are getting colder. scrape the icy decay of life off of my windshield, its morning. it's morning and i'm already thinking up my next batch of lies to spill to the both of you. it's like a leech sucking the blood out of your skin sucking at the capillaries and stealing all of your security. look at the trees, they are changing and with each one that falls another gets stepped on in memory o15


14Cloud shapes float by so carelessly In the eye of the beholder, you can decide. Clouded vision and unclear thoughts unscramble my thoughts and put them back together the right way. a jigsaw puzzle in the hands of an autistic child a masterpiece, make me your masterpiece. Cover me in the icy water of your comfort. Calm this rage overcoming my blood, pulsing through my confused limbs. I'm almost finished and these words are almost famous. It runs together, paint runs. Make a new color and add it the rainbow. A blank canvas in the possesion of a grand14


13Theres a secret deep within our bones and the secrets in the telling. tonight, im shaking like a famous California earthquake. And i was hoping I could tell you this with two feet on the ground, but i'm not very stable right now. and im trying, oh im trying to grasp the concepts of your dimensions but the equation just isnt making sense its over my head and my hand is raised, but no ones coming to my aid. Theres a secret deep within our bones Don't breathe-i'm trying to hold onto your prefect stillness. Ripples in the water-Count, one, two, three, they just go on forever.  13


12Overcast skies and a new moon; tonight feeble attempts at courage and bursting emotions will collide. straining to see the star of hope, though it is hidden, I know it is there. this morose act of desperation is evident to anyone whose eyes are capable of seeing I would walk through hell for you. And still, I am forced to wonder why you are blind to me. Lay everything on the table, and the only thing returned are weak excuses why you can't be everything I need. It's only you. I will acquiesce to your insfficient ablilty to fulfill my hearts greatest void. Breathe in; take in the scen12


019we will never make another promise. we are a generation under the influence of harlequin syringes and empty hearts. she speaks of drunken nights, while i sing of tragic days (those which are long forgotten). a light nod to rotting butterflies and burning existentialism. knife-point desperation and muffled sobs will never answer the question i need to ask: "what went wrong?" intravenous truths fold and flutter like a poor man's origami. exhaust fumes become requiems to rock us into a haze. jaywalking creation can stop this night &n019


002Here is to the boy whose heart pounds like a symphony, and whose words flow like poetry. A boy whose soul shines like the brightest star. Days where friendship doesn't matter and nights where passion means everything. Unwrite these pages and stop kissing me. There is no reason anymore, just illusion. Your eyes are filled with lies, and your heart full of tears. Liar. Give me a reason to stay asleep So I can run away as fast as I can. Feelings can't be summed up by the harlequin way you bat your eyelashes. Tug at my heartstrings &n002
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