T-ShirtI was going through my wardrobe today And I found that old t-shirt you tried to throw away Which I took because I knew this day would come When my only memories of you lie Within the barrel of a gun.T-Shirt
Now I think about it, there are a few more things; CDs you leant Your scent Still fresh in my mind. The touch of your hand The sound of your breathing in the dark In the next room Knowing you were laying with her. You became my brother And for that I will never forgive you.
I'll sleep in this shirt tonight.
Grizzle GrizzleHanded the world on a platter But it doesn't fucking matter I'll get it all on my own merits No helping hand for me.Grizzle Grizzle
Spoilt and selfish You don't understand You may be my friends But you're far from where I want to be.
Woe, woe, look at me; I'm suffocating from lack of opportunity.
My resentment masks the love I have for you I know it's not fair, but what can I do?
Grizzle, grizzle, moan, moan If only you knew what it is To be truly alone.
JasminePlay it once, make it sweet It's a song nobody else will believe That I have found myself in you And it's you and me that I believe.Jasmine
Maybe even I can't understand The way it makes me feel to say That I've found home inside your eyes Home; somewhere I could never stay.
But now my spirit lies with you; I'm tied to you -
Tell me you feel it too.
Play it once, make it sweet It's a song nobody else will believe That I have found myself in you And it's you and me that I believe.
And these words were written just for you; Jasm
Short StoryDisappointing. That’s the only word I have to describe this… this feeling. How was I supposed to know it would end up like this?Short Story
Christ, I can still smell him on my clothes. Repugnant memories. I thought I could deal with this. Man, I’m sweating like I’ve just sprinted a mile.
And there they are, always in the back of my mind, their faces, eternally youthful, eternally tormenting. What is love, I hear them ask in my own voice.
I hate you.
I am thoroughly exhausted. Need to take a shower. But it’s not time to leave him yet, not yet… He’s dead, I know. I saw to that.
I. &nb
Raw Around The Edges.
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the art i draw is like a breach into my own little, nirvanalistic world...
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