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Earth MotherNature calls to me In all of her infinite wisdom Begging me to exploreEarth Mother
Instead
I am stuck In shoes of concrete That I did not ask for and did not keep the receipt
Cell phone glued To my hip Places to go People to see When did I disconnect?
Could it be That I was never Meant to be one With the world?


ChilledNumbness spreads Throughout my veins Chilling me To the coreChilled
Grasping at straws That might Make me feel Anything
and I find That I would Sacrifice Almost everything To bring some warmth To these Frozen bones


End, TheI think I finallyEnd, The
Understand Our twisted little game
It's typical Really You want What someone else
Has Until it's yours Then it's time To let go Until it belongs to Someone else again
Well, my dear I am no carnival prize I exist for more Than stroking Your ego
This time I'm letting go See you on the other side


Anti LoveDon't call this love Don't call this pain Don't call this sufferingAnti Love
Call it need Call it lust Call it self destruction
Or don't call at all


UncrucifiedI laid out my sins An offering at your feetUncrucified
Ready and braced For a new brand
Of crucifixion
Rather than
Persecute
You offered kindness and understanding
I left your alter Your safe haven With a lightened load and a few less burdens On my back
I'll carry your kindness With me In the upcoming trials ahead
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Doesn't take her long to make things right, but does it make her wrong to have the time of her life?
I like the way you still say please when you're looking up at me, you're like my favorite damn disease.
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Bringing you Delicious Insanity since 1987
Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time
And turning all against the one, it an art that's hard to teach.
Have you ever modeled for Michael Draga?
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Don't trust the demons. They'll only kill you in the end.
Excuse me lady. You are kissing a rat, thar.
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Doesn't take her long to make things right, but does it make her wrong to have the time of her life?
I like the way you still say please when you're looking up at me, you're like my favorite damn disease.
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One owes respect to the living. To the dead one owes only truth.
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Doesn't take her long to make things right, but does it make her wrong to have the time of her life?
I like the way you still say please when you're looking up at me, you're like my favorite damn disease.
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Forget the gun, grab the cannoli.
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