Peter Bass II: Peter was lying, sprawled, on the floor of Ana Piqué’s apartment listening as Fredrick Miles was trying to... |
by: liiva | Posted: 09/17/2004 @ 9:21pm |
Peter Bass I: The gang of five was held up on the outskirts of Hell’s Kitchen. A blustery February day, the "elite" were... |
by: liiva | Posted: 09/17/2004 @ 9:20pm |
It's Hard To See It’s hard to see anything.
The music is clogging up my eyesight.
A person is on the left.
I think they ... |
by: liiva | Posted: 09/17/2004 @ 9:18pm |
Yersterday I see your face smiling down on me
I hear your voice but that cant be
You have gone and left me alone
Y... |
by: nutgurlie | Posted: 09/14/2004 @ 8:09pm |
Portrait Of Sarah Sarah,
born into sensitivity,
born into innocence,
ignorance, and hypocrisy.
"Sarah,
you can do any... |
by: ninja | Posted: 09/12/2004 @ 11:42pm |
Writing Emotions spilling every where
Searching for the words of put on this blank sheet of paper
As my heart r... |
by: silverkiss | Posted: 09/08/2004 @ 10:26pm |
Reflections of Ultraviolet It was just her and the girl with the empty eyes
Having staring contests across the mirror
And sometime... |
by: shadow_dancer | Posted: 09/06/2004 @ 9:01pm |
Built Up amazing how things can build up inside
how you ignore them, until they collide
exploding within you, col... |
by: unforgiven2484 | Posted: 09/06/2004 @ 2:49pm |
"What?" Thy soul is man
Righteous command
Twisted demand
Wet as sand
Truth be known
Thy bodies own
Home al... |
by: poetactor4teen | Posted: 09/05/2004 @ 11:35pm |
Destiny They say the stars hold our destiny
I trace a thin line in the sand.
On one side is my future, the other... |
by: silhouette1490 | Posted: 09/03/2004 @ 1:38am |