Friday, August 08, 2008
Last Night I Wrote...
Tonight there are no hammers to bludgeon me to sleep.
Tonight there are no comforts that will distract me from what I truly feel.
Tonight as I lay in bruises there is no You to hold me and say we'll get through this.
Labels: poems
posted by vinz @ 12:11 PM
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Monday, March 24, 2008
the last post: petrify

here i sit awaiting the sun to rise.
here i am as i turn my heart into stone.
there's nothing left for me to do.
to think.
to dream.
but to turn everything into gray,
and be detached from reality
as i've decided to let the world pass by.
in auto-pilot i'll let expectations come to truth.
yet to taste accomplishments will only be bland.
Labels: poems
posted by vinz @ 11:46 AM
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