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| Feeling My Floor |
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| “Feeling My Floor” Chill of a November morning carries me inside to The empty studio bathed in butter-yellow light Cascading through slats on the worn wooden floor, Floor that reminds me of all the other hollow spaces Filled only with mirrors, bars, and me. Wooden floors are not easy to dance on They are fickle but constant like me, always changing, always morphing, Warping with age and use, and always remaining, always the staple, the same. Use, wear, rehearsal, gives life to otherwise ordinary Strips of pine. Connection of hard wood to bare soles, Trustworthy fallen trees that have laid themselves down for feet lacking surety. This wooden floor will not forsake me, no, not today, Not as slim pink ribbons cross and find their way to Wrap and frame trained ankles, not as worn satin that frays At the toe exposes a creamy canvas lining. The ugliness of my shoes does not bother me this morning The deterioration that spills unraveling and disconnected threads Onto this worn wooden floor allows me to feel it ever more closely, Feel its challenge as cracks and splinters threaten to snag Pirouettes and fouettes out from under me, even as I Feel its strength and reassurance that it remains. And so do I. |
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| Added On: Thu Mar 25 2004 | Hits: 1 |
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| Abstract |
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| You’re all that’s left Like a deep red scar The princess of darkness Is who you are You are so wicked And so full of hate Your front door Is hell’s fiery gate All you do is bitch And cause people pain But why do you do it? There’s nothing to gain Except for everyone’s Hatred and despair You use it like shampoo To poison your hair Then flick it on people As they walk by Causing depression And making them cry No one can stand you Just leave us alone Your nasty remarks Cut to the bone You’re just a bitch And we’re sick of it We’re tired of putting Up with your shit And someday soon You’re going to die And when nobody cries You’ll know why |
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| Added On: Sat Jan 10 2004 | Hits: 1 |
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| Eternally Damaged Heart |
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| Half the time can't stand,better yet,understand you. You've got a woman like me feel cool on you. You've got a bad attitude, and with any person you cross,your real rude. I tried to give you the benifit of the doubt,kinda felt sorry for you at some point and time, but now,every thought I had of you boggles my mind. You showed me the person you really are, Now,thinkin of the fact that I'll have to spend the rest of my life around a person like you,leaves me a scar. I don't see how you make it in society,being the fucked up individual that you are, makes me glad that I don't have to deal with you as much,considering you live so far. And for some odd reason,I really did love you for a long time, but now,everytime we speak,thoughts of hate run through my mind. And your so damn full of yourself,concieded, what made you think that was the type of attitude you needed. You think so many people envy you,half these people look at you like a joke, even your own folk. So many people talk shit behind your back, one of your closest friends love,you really do lack. And a person like me,jumping to your defense, and in return,I get a damn asshole,makes no sense. I hope you find out one day,that,the one's you disrespect and hurt in time, won't be around when the love you seek,ends up being the love you don't find. |
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| Added On: Fri Jun 10 2005 | Hits: 1 |
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| Essence |
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| I look around this house And all I see is you Your paintings line the walls Long after we are thru Your hairbrush still rests gently Upon the bathroom sink I can’t help thinking of you Each time I get a drink And your favorite sweater, The one that’s all threadbare, Is hanging on the hook As though you’re standing there The smell of your perfume Still lingers on the sheets I will refuse to wash them As long as my heart beats And I still have your book The one that you just read It’s sitting on the stand At the head of our bed All these things remind me Of our relationship And all the loving years We spent joined at the hip But now you’ve gone away And left me all alone Leaving me so heartbroken In this big empty home |
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| Added On: Sat Jan 10 2004 | Hits: 1 |
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| Demon |
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| No longer whole, Even not a man but an empty shadow, I roam senselessly among the ruins of the world I used to call My Life. My spirit's gone My will’s reduced to nothing My sacred soul has been evaporating Leaving an aching breach behind. My stubborn thirst for understanding things Beyond a mortal is allowed Is the cause of my damnation, Which I have to bear until I disappear. I was born not being asked Whether I wanted to... For it was so absolute To be despersed among the space and time. No worries, no sensations... Nothing... But then it came and I was extracted From the eternal euphoria of non-existence And thrown mercilessly into the world Of colors, sounds, smells, and feelings. So different, so strange this was But what could I do? That was a decision of Almighty And I began to live and learn. |
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| Added On: Thu Sep 22 2005 | Hits: 1 |
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