I will not be posting anymore blogs on this site. Thanks to everyone that has read and taken something from my writing.
-Kevin
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Bylnoph
Having thoughts of the deceased is fucking horrible.
Blinding light and unbearable darkness both cover me.
It is not only the fact that I am dead to all, but the fact that
I am becoming dead to myself.
My tough skin I have constructed, is being worn by another now.
It never seemed to phase me when the gods had warned me,
When they told me this day would come sooner than I expected.
Fuck it, I can spit in the face of death.
Just give me a chance.
but who am I to speak?
Blinding light and unbearable darkness both cover me.
It is not only the fact that I am dead to all, but the fact that
I am becoming dead to myself.
My tough skin I have constructed, is being worn by another now.
It never seemed to phase me when the gods had warned me,
When they told me this day would come sooner than I expected.
Fuck it, I can spit in the face of death.
Just give me a chance.
but who am I to speak?
Thursday, July 15, 2010
juynemph
As the trees are breathing I am afloat.
She is next to me dead, without a pulse.
At least someones heart is pumping.
but who am I to speak?
She is next to me dead, without a pulse.
At least someones heart is pumping.
but who am I to speak?
Monday, July 12, 2010
Humynoph
Addictions to smile for.
Just for you I will abandon everything I live for.
Simple explanations will become the worst honesty I will envision.
not only will I abandon, I have been abandoned.
Grounded more course than coffee.
I am at my simplest form.
but who am I to speak?
Just for you I will abandon everything I live for.
Simple explanations will become the worst honesty I will envision.
not only will I abandon, I have been abandoned.
Grounded more course than coffee.
I am at my simplest form.
but who am I to speak?
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Lilly and August
"Those eyes could kill ma'am", I say nervously.
"Well kill me then, so that I will not kill", She replies.
I smile, not just any smile.
A pure smile of contentment.
This woman will kill me, I'm sure of it.
I hope it is slow, and easy.
The kind of death that only few could endure.
I am one of them.
but who am I to speak?
"Well kill me then, so that I will not kill", She replies.
I smile, not just any smile.
A pure smile of contentment.
This woman will kill me, I'm sure of it.
I hope it is slow, and easy.
The kind of death that only few could endure.
I am one of them.
but who am I to speak?
Saturday, July 3, 2010
jeridy
The overall outcome of these torturous thoughts will be absolutely nothing.
As I call to the gods asking for forgiveness, my voice rings.
A beautiful voice, never heard.
It was and never will be heard because some do not need listening,
you would not understand.
Yes you, you're all wrong.
I... have done no wrong.
but who am I to speak?
As I call to the gods asking for forgiveness, my voice rings.
A beautiful voice, never heard.
It was and never will be heard because some do not need listening,
you would not understand.
Yes you, you're all wrong.
I... have done no wrong.
but who am I to speak?
Sunday, June 27, 2010
tutheny
I have visions.
I have ambition that could teach the most wise soul known.
Proud?
What is the there to be proud of, a wondering mind?
I have followed the greatest thoughout my years.
The greatest in my mind at least.
You can keep your gods.
I have mine.
Sharing has never saved anyone.
but who am I to speak?
I have ambition that could teach the most wise soul known.
Proud?
What is the there to be proud of, a wondering mind?
I have followed the greatest thoughout my years.
The greatest in my mind at least.
You can keep your gods.
I have mine.
Sharing has never saved anyone.
but who am I to speak?
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