

nail polishfilled by sorrow blue as nail polish confused sitting on the floor in my hands nail polish silence falling shadows ending placeless I feel courage I need holding my addiction nail polish whispers meanings disappearing all hiding in this blue nail polishnail polish


As This Shape SetsHelp me,As This Shape Sets
This piece of gooey glass is suffocating me,
I can see it!, the world, I'm positive exists, I can see,
it, but the sheet, dimming opaque sheet, over my eyes, is splitting the rays of perception, into the basic, waves of my mind.
The light fades, and the sound is ignored, more often these days, the glaze thickens more, and I am, detaching, me from everything,
I am. Cunningly, I think, establishing associations, but I know It is only, a poor mans chance, &nbs


A Cold Hard FactA sad thing is occurring, to the minds, of those who care not for progress,A Cold Hard Fact
but only pleasure.
They ask only to be lifted, from their seats, on the edge, influenced by some heated exuberance, for they can't stand on their own, without..,
Without?, the world will end!, quite naturally, and they destruct, quite quickly, any other reason, to bother with life,
how ridiculous,
as their own.
They are being twirled by misconception, their egos, are very positive, that all else is nega


I Did it to MyselfOh, so very confident, in my freshly wet pipe dreams, that in order of revelation, and to skip further masturbation, over the conundrums,I Did it to Myself
of me
and you,
and you, of me,
I have distanced myself,
from you,
feeling quite shocked
from the euthanasia, failing in the hurricane winds, of ice and snow and spiteful gusts of scream, fleeing mad, into the night away with, the blow job, of life,
from desires and pleasurable suicide,
Oh, Hun... we were a disjunctive symbios
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The city- it calls to me; decadent scenes from my memory... Sorrow- eternity; my demons are coming to drown me..
I just came back myself!
i miss you alot ... hope you're well, my friend ...
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we live thinking we will never die.
we die thinking we had never lived.
cut it out.
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we live thinking we will never die.
we die thinking we had never lived.
cut it out.
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we live thinking we will never die.
we die thinking we had never lived.
cut it out.
What do you think?
(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)
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A storm is rising.
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'I think I've reached that point, where giving up and going on are the same dead end to me.'
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A storm is rising.
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