Who is multi-faced?
Surely you must understand
why I went nameless.
by snail hopes it was not about her.
Will I leave my room
to enjoy the sunshine, or
will I hide some more?
No one's trapping me,
yet I stay here, still acting
as though I'm confined.
by snail escaped, but cannot adjust
sometimes I just think
if its over the rainbow
why would I want to
by go where it s over that is.. DEAD BIRD
you wont reveal it
what it.but your enigma
of many faces
by I hope you are getting paid
things have come to change
he is getting fatter but
I'm in love again..xoxo
by in a perfect..not exactly but prayers have been answered
don't you mean james frey?
either way you have awful
literary taste
by sf
I know stephen frey
was in a million pieces
but a damn good read...
by bs
my apologies
i go a bit too far some times
when i'm off my meds
by sf
Poems about rape
bring back bad memories, so
please be sensitive.
by to sf
mother holds my hand
i think the sharks might eat me
then i wet myself
by sf
floating on pleasure
melting in the afterglow
of new found friendship
by sf
no, you may not leave
there are only two choices
the dick or the knife
by sf
The moon faintly shines
before the sun has hidden
beneath the water.
by snail
I am struck by the
beauty of light glowing through
yellow-orange leaves.
by snail
Pigs for Ramadan
Porcine ballistic Mecca
Sea of swine altar
by Kwai-Chang Kate of Honolulu
Zorcob the Pig-man
Carnal crematoria
Papal dioxin
by Kwai-Chang Kate of Honolulu
Conservative crunch
Infinite ganja groupies
Sacred laxative
by Kwai-Chang Kate of Honolulu
i have ravaged you
your insides--a bloody mess
yes, cry, cry some more
by sf
the useless burden
of carrying another
cross, our own to bear
by bs
we ask for a way
out and the doors all shut one
by one by one, slam
by bs
words words words, spiral
in context and out of it
reflecting real time
by bs
Jesus rode to town
on an ass, exulted then
driving, forget it.
by nombre
oh, i wish i were
a john mayer assassin
his silence, my dream
by Lush
inebriated
at a loss for words for once
oh go fuck a couch
by sf
onset of winter
I am drained and want to sleep
help I can't get up
by time to go be productive..i guess
a big pile of shit
everything we do is waste
just be happy 'k
by see thats a bad and good attitude all in one
Do you feel like you
are wasting your life online
instead of living?
by snail
The idealist is
inevitably crushed by
harsh reality.
by snail
The day passes on
he hopes only to see one
far off from here, now.
by nombre
Held intact by my
denial, the blindfold ties
fragments together.
by snail of blissful dissociation
My music seeps out
from a hole that never heals,
bleeding how this feels.
by snail writes another song
more honestly though
apparant control issues
wouls SO be why not!!
by LOL no i dont really think that~
opinion and live
openly believe and think
with others in mind
by your world could be:xxx
if you don't have one
it is only because..i'm sure
you are hiding it
by makes you a liar..HAHA WHAT IS NEW?
I know it's not time....
but.. 5 out of 7 do it
like it's a secret
oh well it is though..
a secret from the prudies
all two of them..left
thus yet we do prove
it is stll fun to hide things
from others /parents (??)
by shhhhhhhhhhh..dont tax that too
sweet venice nightlife
players on a booze soaked stage
total badasses
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
i agree with you
ganja is good for the soul
i wish i had one
by sf
we can create jobs
stimulate economy
and make people laugh
by legalize the pot that your school teacher is smoking already
she gives in withdrawn
from distance set by fabrics
from her skin to his
by vince of knows how that feels
do not torture me
he is not good enough for you
my offer still stands
by sf
My hands want to move
along his back when we hug,
gathering him in.
Restraint is keeping
honesty in bondage while
trying not to feel.
by snail of discipline
a joke resplendant
tongue betwixt the balanced spheroids.
reserve most aghast
by Lush
imagine solace
sanctuary from horrors
hand beneath scrotum
by Lush
well we do sometimes
take each other to task here
but thems the dry bones
by bs
kind nature my ass
from the gutter we shall rise
but not very far
by sf
metal is a funny
genre, so much anger released
and they say things...
that many avoid
in these so called dark tunnels
inside the deep mind
by bs of ok, now that was bad
I've noticed since snail
showed up here a different
good kind nature shows here...
by bs of it is very welcome
Stories seems so real.
Grandmother asleep.
by Udayraj of India
new computer box
a clutch of other hardware
it's an obsession
by ash