slumbering in the fires
04 April 2012
›
from beneath mountains they attack, my mind like a burning brick, incomprehensible, bewildered, and dead. as the pale light glint...
›
to murder this night i must glide in as an assassin mute, taciturn as if on a whispered raven's wing with a thin guitar string w...
25 March 2012
›
i get in my way often with these hands i used to make things now i break them crush every little thing, every little bone the bl...
17 March 2012
›
this better be good. a thought slithers down the spine gliding on venom. and once again. bitten by that snake of ambition, the heart...
›
i feel as a peddler on the street, a street peddling his flimsy and shabby concoctions of doom and grime come and get it get it ...
07 March 2012
›
he stood there dreaming of greener grasses the potentiation for a collapse grew larger, stronger. he watched all that green fade,...
03 March 2012
›
it is cold and silent a grey wind moans through the loose window when it gets just like this i feel the world has stopped and no...
›
fingers, twisted as the aimless souls on these streets. frost bitten with winter's duty and this job, nothing always changes...
23 December 2011
›
everything tightens around my spine with a foul taste nothing stands as decent or good i'm watching the hours thin and tu...
›
memory is the undying companion of grief pumping through the night even the air is wearing scant decades later you'll love th...
›
now i'm on my back sentimentality standing on my chest it's beginning to stomp and all my soft innards burst my blood ba...
›
the rag in the basin looks like a headless bird plucked of its feathers and deflated the disappointment comes in waves alternating ...
›
when he saw the white bird fly his child, that would soon end up like him, stole two golden coins from his dead eyes he was lost withi...
›
a cold word written by a cold hand the sun is ablaze washing out the sky stripping off its azure she stood next to him putting h...
21 November 2011
›
a multitude of tasks perhaps it would have been worthwhile to pay attention to the flow. there is courage in the morning sun...
30 October 2011
›
... and when it happened all that was left were bits of bone scattered pure and sterile cleaned of meat like the first snows ...
›
i guess you just had to be there where the music made you want to just drive glancing into blurred reflections on other cars never...
›
she knelt and understood that she has yet to own a thought deeper than she is. she'll have to fight or go numb. she read t...
›
as it all, was put together with dirt and rust and all of the other things that would hurt it bled from the sky to wash away the burd...
›
i know that one day my heart will stop exhausted and hollowed out. i will welcome the peace and rest i will shed my regrets l...
‹
›
Home
View web version