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Post by Hyde on Jan 26, 2006 11:38:23 GMT -5
You always have such a deep meaning feeling when you write. We all miss seeing you around.
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Mar 31, 2006 16:59:22 GMT -5
i am living, dying, growing, deteriorating, cycling cells, pushing thought at 225 feet per sec to controll these hands... to write these lines to you my friends.
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Post by colourlessthoughts on May 25, 2006 21:23:32 GMT -5
Thunderously rolling weighted words strum ridges gathering speed while relinquishing a sound mirrored to its opposite
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 6, 2006 11:27:54 GMT -5
What was said in that second that tumbled into that hour that repeated 8760 times Enough to cut our tongues so they may not speak To tie our hands so they will not touch I sat and felt myself inside myself Uncomfortable bones pressing against the skin that jails them Hands shake while skin splits to free my structure even it will not humor my personality I escape from myself leaving nothing Which is what was spoken in the last year No wonder we have grown apart Yet the pain of knowing your heart grows and the want of your touch sends me towards infinity For I could hold you for a lifetime and still thirst for your presence The soft gaze of you eyes unto mine The tranquil caress of feather soft lips while finger tips entwine I am left with these aches until the demise of time Let the world end along with my soul I do not wish to grow old without... Without you my friend
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Nov 25, 2006 20:16:44 GMT -5
Someone should tie my hands to my sides so I can stop writing these letters that form these words that have no meaning to you, but to me, they are everything and the only thing I have to pass the minute without insanity creeping up my back grabbing ahold of my brain and locking me away from you all.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Nov 25, 2006 20:28:51 GMT -5
mm i liked how that picked up speed. pretty smooth too. what about... "ahold" instead of "hold" ? and your ass is smooth as well..haha at me modifying your post. @u leash
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Nov 27, 2006 12:20:47 GMT -5
leash quit jumping into my mind spill and correcting my bullshit.. its here because its just thoughts... grrrrr at the wind that picked my hat up and placed it back on my head when i just f*cking threw it on the damn ground. hahahaha -thanks leash- ahold is perfect just like you
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Nov 28, 2006 20:01:01 GMT -5
I looked for you in a dream but couldn't realize your beings graces Night fell My eyes slipped Fell shut It was then I saw you walking Away from me This voice was no calling of your favor These fingers could only reach without touch Not until a stick was grasped into my hand and a bed of sand etched upon could you see me In these words... This wildfire burns a dry kiss upon leaving
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Dec 10, 2006 17:14:55 GMT -5
One more breath is all I want Your own eyes the question My words were held from escaping this tongue I kept them tight to my heart even though they were beating on the door Cracking the frame, bending the hinges If I could walk backwards through time These lips would be loose and this tongue would slip them on whispered pillows landing softly in your kind ears And I wonder why I get sick, I wonder why my heart cries, I wonder why my lungs taste air but do not eat I keep these things when you should have them All I have is today to try to get them to you They can’t be written here, thought of here, your eyes hidden without your presence I guess the next time we meet When… I don’t know You will grow cold from the very thought of me Push me to the back Stash me away until not a single echo of my voice dances in your head I wish I could run back to the beginning of this and erase it all but.. Yesterday’s fire burnt a blaze Dead tree’s roots cinder They burn to dust Take the wind ashes Form my body from nature’s gift to Life Purity exists in reverie For its blissful thinking of yesterday’s Toils When my thoughts can correct all the problems they lay Kill me with love or just kill me
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Nov 3, 2007 23:57:08 GMT -5
I have stones to skip but no pond to throw rippled rebounding wave smooth arc low form promises to reach me in rapid repetition growing violent only to fall still with time in I have an imagination somewhere but its locked down by a brain that acts like a radio with no antenna fuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz leaks to lips bleeding my strength to pry words for her being lost in a memory erased dillusional state climb on my back and I will carry you miles just to drop you on fates eternal door knock knock knocking for no reason until met with death worn tattered nightmarish gatherings of masses that have gone insane before me holding my hand and walking in with me would be a positive knowing I am not alone
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Nov 28, 2007 21:28:18 GMT -5
Dead life slaughtered love gashes striping my sight of colour Leaving me to scribble outside the lines without meaning or purpose
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Post by 2standalone on Mar 26, 2008 22:13:57 GMT -5
every word you write has so much depth..keep it up..
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Jun 20, 2008 14:26:35 GMT -5
This soul was born at the onset of motion.
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Dec 22, 2008 20:25:26 GMT -5
I am not something you can hold onto Concrete crack split fracture unfold the binded hands upward to protrude my roots through I have been growing for years Shell ground down year after year Dense Don't ask Don't ask I come from nowhere. my life was nothing before today so don't ask about it. Don't Stop pressing foward Stop Read the sign Don't stick your hand in the cage I bite without thought. Its a reaction to that question Where have you, what did you, what are you...... stop Please don't ask
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Dec 23, 2008 19:22:02 GMT -5
Tired Mind drifts deep swales darkened mist laced cold toe tips grey Stiff limbs shake crack sound louder than the wind blows She is coming around again What should I get her this year I threw her ashes to the wind Buried some in mixed ground juniper seeds The tree grew I saw it last year Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop I can’t do this anymore I am not allowed Stop
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