

Between Truth and FearProcrastinations tunnel to the heart devouring days and tender flesh of youth Countless tomorrows wasted, paralyzed until at last poisonedBetween Truth and Fear
blood contaminates, being atrophies and there are no more
Supposing tomorrow were rescinded Opportunity cruelly yanked like shabby rugs beneath our feet Possibility darkened as moonless night Yet here is today Power to deny obscurity of ceasing


fallingfalling down—down, down into hell here I go down the bottomless wellfalling
just for a moment I’d kindled a spark thought I could pull myself out of the dark
but now I have fallen back into the gap no longer fighting, no strength left to sap
goodbye to the vision of freedom and light I’m falling all over again into night
it seems that my torment never will cease endlessly falling, no sign of release
is there a bottom to pain and to fear? or must I keep falling, year upon year?
unwittingly I opened this giant abyss I will pay for e


Inside OutGot caught spitting on the road today not by friend or foe— by an acquaintance I barely know All she knew was my face and name but now I am the woman who spits.Inside Out
My first reaction was only a split-second I’m getting healthier these days But even so I had a moment of shame The finite earthy side of me Exposed to one whose mask is never out of place
After the initial flush My warrior voice said silently As if the witness were still in front of me “I am not here to ease your way. My life is my own.”
On my way home, I smiled &


LostHow did we go so wrong? Blown off course A million miles from solid ground We started this voyage together It seems all of our maps Described some other world Not the one we sail in No point of reference The stars have all gone outLost
How many storms we’ve weathered And managed to stay afloat Wasted so much time arguing Over who was going to steer Not realizing we had no rudder Fooling ourselves that we knew where we were going In truth, at the mercy of the winds The same winds that ravage us now Carry us farther and farther From an
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GETCH YER PULL!
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They're not waken They're not waking up They're not waken They're not waking up (Oh my god) Oh my god, I hate the me that i've become This sinning is what's, killing me (Truthfully) TruthfullyI can't be the me The me that i've woke up to be
matt looks funny and short though
hahahaha
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I love you Kat
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Like any of that's enough to help you fight the Dark Master...bator.
I think you're drawing a lot of crazy conclusions about the Dark Prince...bator.
I love you, Heath
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Like any of that's enough to help you fight the Dark Master...bator.
I think you're drawing a lot of crazy conclusions about the Dark Prince...bator.
I love you, Heath
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Like any of that's enough to help you fight the Dark Master...bator.
I think you're drawing a lot of crazy conclusions about the Dark Prince...bator.
I love you, Heath
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And our eyes must do some raining if were ever gonna grow...
people shouldnt be afraid of their government, governments should be afraid of their people.
writers use lies to tell the truth...politicians use them to cover up the truth
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And our eyes must do some raining if were ever gonna grow...
people shouldnt be afraid of their government, governments should be afraid of their people.
writers use lies to tell the truth...politicians use them to cover up the truth
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Like any of that's enough to help you fight the Dark Master...bator.
I think you're drawing a lot of crazy conclusions about the Dark Prince...bator.
I love you, Heath
and am mostly related to... mwahaha
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I love you Kat
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