halloween at home again....
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
the jail
i walked up to it today...
the body wrapped in a bag that lay in
a dirty bin.
i was curious if it was still there...
so i took a look at it today.
there it was...lying dead and flat
i got lost looking at it...
looking at where i knew the head of it was.
it had a face too.
soon the thoughts in my mind...
seemed to fade into the idle body
ruffle! ruffle!
i swear that i saw it twitch!
and with that, my heart jumped an extra beat
but my body, it could not move
then i woke up...it was just a nightmare.
strangely i wanted to go back...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
enslaved to engraved
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
to whom...
i'm sorry for showing my rebellious side
it is just in my human nature...
but haven't you always heard that
humans by nature are weak?
how can i afford to challenge you
when even i myself have not come to
realize my own flaws...and is this
not what i accused you of?
but why has this rebellious side
of me begun to spring up?
to blame it on puberty would be
childlike, if you will, an oxymoron
it is just in my human nature...
but haven't you always heard that
humans by nature are weak?
how can i afford to challenge you
when even i myself have not come to
realize my own flaws...and is this
not what i accused you of?
but why has this rebellious side
of me begun to spring up?
to blame it on puberty would be
childlike, if you will, an oxymoron
Monday, October 12, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
dead to me
i saw the so-called evil in their very eyes today
as they plotted for your doom
they said everything that they wouldn't say at parties
in fear that you wouldn't be the perfect son
and i ask why?
why would the people that i love so dearly want to
murder each other? can you tell me?
perhaps it is of my own sins that i am being tied
down to a chair while i see a bloody family portrait
i truly have! i truly have realized that what i have
couldn't be more than perfect...
i even tried to make them all happy with my smile
and my effort to take their burdens
no more blame, no more blame
as they plotted for your doom
they said everything that they wouldn't say at parties
in fear that you wouldn't be the perfect son
and i ask why?
why would the people that i love so dearly want to
murder each other? can you tell me?
perhaps it is of my own sins that i am being tied
down to a chair while i see a bloody family portrait
i truly have! i truly have realized that what i have
couldn't be more than perfect...
i even tried to make them all happy with my smile
and my effort to take their burdens
no more blame, no more blame
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