

Death to the BourgeoiseGet it all out Little boy Put it on the linesDeath to the Bourgeoise
Noone will see
Or hear
Dress yourself
In this failure In this lie Gaze to the East As it passes by
Tell noone
You have this moment Bathed in rain
Smothered against
The back of your mind
To relinquish
The frail grip
You attempt to keep.


Kisses Pt. IIShe never knew about the arsenal I had at my disposal. I suppose it was a common mistake for the times, with a typical love starved girl who had survived the coming of age brought about by an unrelenting bombardment of advertisement and social combustion telling her of the joys brought about with the forfeit of one’s body and heart to another member of an entire generation brought up with a single piece of common knowledge: they were the lost boys of history. There was no great battle to define them. No fantastic stories to tell to the grandkids which would someday grace the lands which remain fertile in the ever increasing apathy of its guesKisses Pt. II


Kisses at the Firing SquadPleasure to make your acquaintanceKisses at the Firing Squad
You over there with the gun in your hand
But the hands are so pretty.
Small like my dreams
Painted red like my sleep.
The finger so gracefully clutching the trigger
Tensing ever so slowly
Showing the future one last time
A last chance for freedom.
I won’t need it, I say.


Locked Doors-InsideSilent cries, inaudible repliesLocked Doors-Inside
lost in the auditory assault
of his pounding fists.
The day’s memories
sweep out of the darkness
overtaking her expressions,
swirling around the one room apartment
reminding her of how much she wants
this she needs
to reach out through the keyhole
and feel him;
before fading into oblivion.
She hears him sink to his knees,
despair nearly peeling the paint
and all is lost.
In the instant her knees touch her chest &


Something's MissingI feel like I’ve been missing something, Something I didn’t know I was missing Until I found it once again. A lump in my throat,Something's Missing
A tear in my eye, A gasp for air, And the faint whisper of passion in my ear. Raw emotion comes flooding in my face, Begging me to give it wings, To let it out, To give it a voice and a way. I clutch at my heart as I lower my eyes, This feeling, this wave crashing over me, It’s too much. And it’s been gone for too long. What it felt like to really feel, What it felt like to really care so strongly back then. Dead t


Reunion2.06.04 `Reunion.` - SLP Words fail Us now. Our eyes holding a conversation, Speaking before we can find outselves. In the middle Of everything- We drop our suits of armor, Wondering who will strike the first blow. Time blows by us, Changing years that change us too, Left standing here with gap in between. So many wishes Go unheard, And we resent eachother in our silence, Ignoring the fragile blossom of love. Rip it to shreds, We forget while standing there With our eyes screaming our apologies.Reunion
I saw your gallery and it's amazing! Your art looks so great!
I haven't been here in a while,
awesomely awesome.
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may all of your wishes and dreams come true.
thank you so much for your support. your support has helped me a lot this past year and added more inspiration to my life to keep on writing.
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I'm looking forward to reading your work..
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And with strange aeons even death may die~ Howard Phillips Lovecraft
your support has helped me a lot this past year and added more inspiration to my life to keep on writing.
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