tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51842909686657366012024-09-01T19:11:33.760-06:00this is me. every blog. my heartache. my hardships. i am young. so you may not find these deep. or you might just fall an break something old one. if you love short words about love. hate. opinions. this...this is my open book. this all was on my myspace.com/last_hope_dead[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-19691640997444692792010-01-12T20:52:00.000-07:002010-01-12T20:52:05.988-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;">do you feel guilt?<br /> </span><br /> <div>your eyes i see naught.<br /> </div><div>what we do and what we see<br /> </div><div>i wrote you this, a little bit of hope<br /> </div><div>you see naught.<br /> </div><div>do you feel shame?<br /> </div><div>your warmth i see naught.<br /> </div><div>what we can and what we can't<br /> </div><div>a paper with letters, written with love<br /> </div><div>you see naught.<br /> </div><div>do you feel love?<br /> </div><div>your heart i see naught.<br /> </div><div>what we are and what we're never<br /> </div><div>drawn in a black and white, a living soul<br /> </div><div>you see naught<br /> </div>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-68107646507721731032010-01-12T20:50:00.002-07:002010-01-12T20:50:50.917-07:00eye camera spy<br /> <br /> ocean waters dark<br /> <br /> with the depth<br /> <br /> mountains gray rock<br /> <br /> peek-a-boo the cloud<br /> <br /> grass green as paint<br /> <br /> sway champagned wind<br /> <br /> trees stand brute<br /> <br /> as cut by blade<br /> <br /> barren land dirt<br /> <br /> scars seen from space<br /> <br /> wrinkled aged and worn<br /> <br /> satellite eyes backed turn<br /> <br /> look away from disaster[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-53895680623844266092010-01-12T20:49:00.001-07:002010-01-12T21:00:24.200-07:00turn me upside down<br /> tilt your head<br /> never will you understand<br /> and words from my voice<br /> love<br /> rub your face on my skin<br /> push me, nudge me, ask me<br /> beg me, force me, leave me<br /> these words so foreign<br /> love<br /> pull me apart. fall me apart<br /> look in side me, split my head<br /> read my mind highly defined<br /> every word is clear and ordered<br /> love<br /> change each piece and build your own<br /> hand made the message is still the same<br /> no matter how you make me<br /> this word is forever, even if it's not me<br /> love[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-65263451093417833562010-01-09T13:23:00.001-07:002010-01-12T20:57:23.543-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;">so weak, so small<br /> </span><br /> <div>i need you<br /> </div><div>i feel so weak.<br /> </div><div>i feel so small.<br /> </div><div>you make me, big<br /> </div><div>you make me, warm<br /> </div><div>vulnerable&nbsp;without you<br /> </div><div>you are my shield<br /> </div><div>consume my dangers<br /> </div><div>absorb my tears<br /> </div><div>never let me go to waste<br /> </div><div>cover me whole and tight<br /> </div><div>jagged teeth and a strong bite<br /> </div><div>never let me out<br /> </div><div>hide me in your sleeves<br /> </div><div>shadow my face in your hood<br /> </div><div>protect me from the hunters<br /> </div><div>blend all shades of earth<br /> </div><div>be my armor. my skin and bone.<br /> </div><div>call me with spine when whole<br /> </div><div>jacket, coat. myself.<br /> </div>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-17786898220553733822010-01-09T13:18:00.000-07:002010-01-09T13:18:48.320-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;">i love you once and i'll love you forever.<br /> </span><br /> <div>scars or memories it's all the same,<br /> </div><div>'til death.<br /> </div><div>no matter how ugly you were to me.<br /> </div><div>you have such a beautiful mask.<br /> </div><div>oh shame, the&nbsp;masquerade.<br /> </div><div>left on the floor, here i lay.<br /> </div><div>no more then ghosts occupy me.<br /> </div><div>regret. regret. regret. regret.<br /> </div><div>what will i think as i sleep<br /> </div><div>not resolved to dream<br /> </div><div>i beg no vaccine for this bleak end<br /> </div><div>numb is how i feel, how i'll go.<br /> </div><div>consumed&nbsp;by guilt. i'm sorry<br /> </div><div>eyes never closing, bury me as is.<br /> </div><div>with all these word spilling from mind.<br /> </div><div>worthless words<br /> </div>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-6211249744952293622010-01-09T13:16:00.002-07:002010-01-09T13:16:57.688-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;">i blew a hole though my mind with a word.<br /> </span><br /> <div>it's name is depress. i've know it since fifth grade.<br /> </div><div>it comes and goes since then.<br /> </div><div>you would have never guessed it and i were friends.<br /> </div><div>we look so different, it so tall and vast: i so meek and tiny.<br /> </div><div>it asks a lot from me.<br /> </div><div>we have a grand friendship.<br /> </div><div>it asks a lot from me.<br /> </div><div>i give everything i have.<br /> </div><div>and it gives everything it has.<br /> </div><div>like digging a hole, i give the dirt, by working.<br /> </div><div>it gives me a home, to hide.<br /> </div><div>i hide when things are wrong.<br /> </div><div>and it wraps itself around me as if it were a blanket.<br /> </div><div>in this hole i have wrapped around by it and it's dirt.<br /> </div><div>home.<br /> </div>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-46438208820075386842010-01-09T13:15:00.000-07:002010-01-09T13:15:23.471-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;">i never see you <br /> </span><br /> <div>in the rooms sitting in corners<br /> </div><div>in the halls with voice echoing<br /> </div><div>when daydreaming on the walls<br /> </div><div>or safe and sound in words said<br /> </div><div>you've disappeared from sight<br /> </div><div>and no trail to follow, who is lost<br /> </div><div>hide and seek with no seeker<br /> </div>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-81773184233515269062010-01-05T22:16:00.000-07:002010-01-05T22:16:48.897-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;">when we are sick,<br /> </span><br /> <div>a virus as we call it.<br /> </div><div>we can develop a&nbsp;symptom,<br /> </div><div>one very well known.<br /> </div><div>over one-oh-eight,<br /> </div><div>and life is in&nbsp;peril.<br /> </div><div>inside it raises our heat,<br /> </div><div>temperature boil our blood.<br /> </div><div>outside our skin is flushed,<br /> </div><div>warm to the touch.<br /> <br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>there is an invader,<br /> </div><div>something&nbsp;foreign.<br /> </div><div>coming curious,<br /> </div><div>never worried.<br /> </div><div>turning every stone,<br /> </div><div>never thinking twice.<br /> </div><div>sticks and stones,<br /> </div><div>breaking ones heart and bones,<br /> </div><div>malicious and scarring,<br /> </div><div>always leaving&nbsp;their&nbsp;mark.<br /> </div><div>turning every stone,<br /> </div><div>never thinking twice.<br /> <br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div>the Earth is faint,<br /> </div><div>she has an infection.<br /> </div><div>the sight of it is sicking,<br /> </div><div>parasites&nbsp;grueling.<br /> </div><div>crying floods from pain,<br /> </div><div>face cracking dry of heat.<br /> </div><div>losing her cool,<br /> </div><div>she is starting to burn.<br /> </div><div>the fiery spells,<br /> </div><div>purging this virus infection.<br /> </div>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-67383347404739006752010-01-05T22:14:00.000-07:002010-01-05T22:14:15.133-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;">do you not feel my flame?<br /> <div>a burn deep down inside<br /> </div><div>sweatin' under this collar<br /> </div><div>beadin' down the face<br /> </div><div>caliente, caliente, como en el fuego<br /> </div><div>quemadura, quemadura, como en el fuego<br /> </div><div>drop down to the floor<br /> </div><div>dont stop, dont stop<br /> </div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><div>hot, hot, like in the fire; burn, burn,<br /> </div><div>burn, burn, like in the fire,<br /> </div></span></div><div>the heat ignites my skin<br /> </div><div>boils my blood inside<br /> </div><div>embers glow and fade to ashes<br /> </div><div>blackened body crumbles from within<br /> </div><div>como en el fuego, como en el coraz<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">ó<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; white-space: normal;">n<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /> </span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-49568127469005201142009-12-02T20:10:00.000-07:002009-12-02T20:11:22.610-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">crawl out of the skin<br /><div>cocoon of 18 years</div><div>stretch and rip from this</div><div>a prison of limitations</div><div>rid the shackles</div><div>ball and chain </div><div><br /></div><div>flesh and bone free</div><div>to breath and leave</div><div>veins able to leak</div><div>arteries prone to burst</div><div>tendons snap- bones crack</div><div>flesh and bone free</div><div><br /></div><div>crawl out of the skin</div><div>cocoon of 18 years</div><div>stretch and rip from this</div><div>and show the world true</div><div>beauty is in the inside</div><div>the heart beats not skin deep.</div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-31901249604427730592009-11-23T22:25:00.004-07:002009-11-23T22:28:41.984-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">oh the starvation, oh the starvation<br /><div>'til the darkside of the moon glows<br /></div><div>'til the true colors show<br /></div><div>black and white like an animal<br /></div><div>yellow teeth with the scent of death<br /></div><div>veins detail bloodshot eyes <br /></div><div>skin so pale contrasted to text<br /></div><div>bones texture these words<br /></div><div>insight so earthly<br /></div><div>fingers longer and thin<br /></div><div>to brittle to be seen<br /></div><div>watch them crumble to dirt<br /></div><div>when they reach for open heads<br /></div><div>legs like the stem of a wilted flower<br /></div><div>the slightest breeze cuts blossom<br /></div><div>from the roots, tales of tales<br /></div><div>from the depths of life<br /></div><div>oh starvation, oh starvation<br /></div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-61298484443031735662009-11-23T22:25:00.001-07:002009-11-23T22:25:35.566-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; ">so i strongly believe that a personn must grow in to love, not fall. but in order to grow you must know that person for a period of time, be it long or short. but the true question that i find myself needing to ask is who to grow with? who wont leave me. who wont i leave? who will be a waste, or at least a humble memory.</span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-34588173868435427432009-11-23T22:22:00.000-07:002009-11-23T22:23:47.791-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "><div>1.)<span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>hello my little cantalope!<br /></div><span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>how r u?<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>2.)<span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>i feel like a ragdoll. throwing myself into the walls of the asylum.<br /><div><span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>not necessarily a bad feeling but not even close to good<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>1.)<span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>umm...why do u feel like that? explain, please.<br /></div><div><span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>im sorry ///.- <===emo smiley<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2.)<span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>i don't know. i feel like i'm in quicksand. and it's taking forever to consume me. i feel so static. but inside i feel so raw, so beaten. i feel like i bashed my head with a<span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>baseball bat. even though i don't know it. i feel empty, even though i keep throwing<span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>anything and everything down there. i been logical about this i been irrational about <span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>this. and i just end up wit the same conclusion. that i am scared. i am scared<span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>shitless. don't ask about what. because whatever you assume is correct.... at least in some way or manner. i'm damn near scared of everything right now. i don't know<span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>who i am or what happened to me that i have become this person in a few days,<span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>im afraid that this is a phase that i'll pass through because that means i'm still changing. and that means i'm not constant. i'm like an irregular heartbeat--fatal. maybe i just had a realization that i'm dying in the end. maybe because i cant every <span style="white-space: pre; "> </span>have a healthy relationship and i feel like time is slowly leaving my side. maybe because when i try to see my future. i just don't exist</div></div></div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-64322517110173159142009-11-11T20:51:00.000-07:002009-11-11T20:54:41.994-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">this all started with the prize in the middle.<div>who'll crack first</div><div>eyes shift person to person, </div><div>twitch left, twitch right</div><div>sweat beads down the faces of man</div><div>dripping down necks</div><div>a sweet hum of hearts </div><div>sound like the wings of the hummingbird </div><div>russian roulette echoes in their minds</div><div>click, click, bang.</div><div>their choices are limited to none</div><div><br /></div><div>no one can walk away</div><div>if somebody starts toward the door</div><div>it's and easy shot to the back of the head</div><div>all guns on one</div><div>and the mexican fiasco begins</div><div><br /></div><div>no one can flex the trigger</div><div>if somebody shoots</div><div>the law of the mexican standoff is broke</div><div>down falls the last domino</div><div>and the mexican fiasco ends</div><div><br /></div><div>oh and the charm?</div><div>let's turn the circle on it's own</div><div>one by one</div><div>eventually it's just mano-a-mano</div><div>stalemate restarts the situation</div><div><br /></div><div>place your bets, the game has begun</div><div>approximate betting time 5 mins</div><div>approximate entertainment time 7mins</div><div>disclaimer: these men knew they would die</div><div>due to the odds, let's just say the prize is worth it</div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-80290022507908245902009-11-01T18:33:00.000-07:002009-11-01T18:50:04.666-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; white-space: normal; ">let's put back these stars<div>she felt so familiar </div><div>it's my mistake</div><div>she had this dance</div><div>one so beautiful</div><div>like she was barefoot</div><div>on broken stained glass</div><div><br /></div><div>her feet so graceful</div><div>close to walking on water</div><div>the stage stuck to her sole</div><div>white ballet held her passion</div><div>her dance, timely and complex</div><div>the glass under her feet</div><div>grew her passion</div><div><br /></div><div>her life is on that stage</div><div>tainted the red of desire</div><div>her feet cut and open</div><div>the life inside roots on stage</div><div>puddles of blood follow her dance</div><div>she loved the theater</div><div>so she painted it passion </div></span></span></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-69820255948143289652009-10-20T22:26:00.002-06:002009-10-20T22:27:08.958-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">he was a boy who never left the earth<br /><div>they were so close, he would lay by trees</div><div>never wanting to ventured out to the atmosphere</div><div>talking about the day till the sun went away</div><div>he would say goodnight, go home and sleep tight</div><div><br /></div><div>tonight his eyes, they wouldn't keep shut</div><div>he grabbed a blanket and stepped outside</div><div>his body wrapped tight, earth held him close</div><div>starlight soothed his soul falling into dream</div><div>he said goodnight, whispered sleep tight </div><div><br /></div><div>when he rose to his surprise, earth slept sound</div><div>looking to the sky, painted black by night</div><div>one of the stars seemed to real</div><div>he climb up the tree to find what more he could see</div><div>as he reached, she began to fall</div><div><br /></div><div>atop the tree he jumped knowing earth would catch</div><div>the boy's foot left the branch, fingers began to glow</div><div>she fell right into his arms, not any further.</div><div>she looked into him, with a smile</div><div>he felt his body radiate and burn</div><div><br /></div><div>the hardest part was getting back up</div><div>he walked her home back in the night</div><div>she kissed him and asked him to stay</div><div>holding hands, burning bright</div><div>they turned around and welcome the new day</div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-62929591063243802442009-10-20T22:26:00.001-06:002009-10-20T22:26:40.593-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">what do i see, when i look into your glowing eyes?<div>stars beyond the horizon, further then anyone ventured</div><div>what do i feel, when i hold tight to your magnetic hands?</div><div>a sense of love too great from one person, something to share</div><div>what do i hear, when i listen to your voice sing words into song</div><div>a plan to wrap my heart tightly so i'll never go</div><div><br /></div><div>you gave me a hope without trying.</div><div>another reason to keep beating my heart.</div><div>what do you see?</div><div>what do you feel?</div><div>what do you hear?</div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-79345079930177149762009-10-20T22:25:00.002-06:002009-10-20T22:26:11.290-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">see these scars on arms<div>names that were once stars</div><div>let me heal them to clean slates</div><div>to take the past off your hands</div><div>these names mean nothing to me</div><div>these cuts aren't too deep for me</div><div>see these scars fade to faint</div><div>weak from our surreal dreams</div><div>and make believe</div><div>take my hand</div><div>i'll take to never never land</div><div>where we'll never grow up</div><div>where we'll never have to endure</div><div>the pain of our scars</div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-75229555742898121292009-10-20T22:25:00.001-06:002009-10-20T22:25:42.557-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">let me catch my breath <div>you got me running wild</div><div>i'm so out of shape</div><div>like a heart shaped leaf</div><div>for you</div><div><br /></div><div>let me calm my heart</div><div>it beats in a panic</div><div>like you cut into me</div><div>let me spill all my love</div><div>for you</div><div><br /></div><div>forget our maps</div><div>let's get lost in a good way</div><div>hand in hand</div><div>and never cross the finish line</div><div>_________________________</div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-6037503029621131192009-10-07T21:05:00.001-06:002009-10-07T21:05:55.616-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">the dark held me close and nothing happened<div>nothing at all</div><div>for few seconds, precious seconds i didn't exist</div><div>just my thoughts</div><div>i escaped everything as much i could</div><div>there isn't light in my tunnel</div><div>not anymore</div><div>in this burrow my memories attack my lost mind</div><div>regrets i hide from confront me</div><div>their arms wrap around what could be a body</div><div>it's not just me anymore</div><div>i am many</div><div>past, present, and future</div><div>people, everyday, live and die</div><div>some days i wish i was like them.</div><div>outside...</div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-84593224967063140602009-09-29T06:14:00.001-06:002009-09-29T06:14:55.798-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><p class="blogContent" style="font-size: x-small; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.2; text-align: left; ">would you like to come with me</p><div>lets fly above all these trees</div><div>come with me into the sky</div><div>oh darling we'll fly cloud high</div><div>from the clouds we look down</div><div>all the little ants on the ground</div><div>and at night we'll sink in clouds</div><div>looking up to stars bright and loud</div><div>our feet hang down dipping toes in earth</div><div>it will always remind us of what we're worth</div><div>we're something special you and i</div><div>to fly and lay on coveted cloud nine</div><div>close your eyes</div><div>and never say goodbye</div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-19360332598922222472009-09-24T21:42:00.000-06:002009-09-24T21:43:08.401-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">she's an angel who forgot to flap her wings<div>fell from the sky and touched the clouds</div><div>eyes wide for her free fall</div><div>closed as she lays on the ground</div><div>hands made from dirt rise and hold fast to her wings</div><div>holding her down, she has no stuggle</div><div>with ease the sink her into the ground</div><div>a mouth opens around her lifeless body</div><div>a ring with jagged teeth swallows the girl whole</div><div>inside the jaws,dark consumes her</div><div>decomposing her flesh and leaving just bones</div><div>no more emotion emits from her face</div><div>just a blatant stare into nothingness</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>what am i going to do for i am just a pawn</div><div>a pawn does not compare to a king in any way</div><div>we may move the same, but he is too big.</div><div>anything can kill anything in a game of chess</div><div>just not the king</div><div>kings and pawns are the same</div><div>but why must we protect him</div><div>every piece is valuable</div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-24280015286861533652009-09-22T23:10:00.000-06:002009-09-22T23:12:18.376-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">O grandfather clock, your arrow has stopped a top the midnight<div>cold winter breeze flows from cracked windows and crooked floors</div><div>O grandfather clock, your pendulum has slowed and stopped dead</div><div>not a sound is alive in this dark and old house, eroding into an ancient civilization</div><div>O grandfather clock, your sun-bleached wood is crumbling under your reign</div><div>cover in dust, you accept this coat as your coffin and lie still</div><div>O grandfather clock, your burial is not deep</div><div>turn around and greet the sun </div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-40524709493201150102009-09-20T20:43:00.002-06:002009-09-20T20:44:04.243-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">maggots crawl in and out to this feast we have served<div>18 years in the making and now they get these tasty flavors</div><div>memories and faded dreams are addictive to the little monsters</div><div>growing larger then ever possible, crowding the skull</div><div>attacking the ones waiting in line, the power of greed is overwhelming</div><div>the smaller ones gang together. atom bombs and bullet shells litter the lobes</div><div>charred, blackened skin shrinking to the bones. hollowed out, marrow sucked dry</div><div>hair so fine, gray and feels like lead, eye sunk so deep one could read their own mind</div><div>laying in my death bed for so long the creaks of my home. so natural, and no longer wake</div><div>through the leather hard ears the priest is heard reciting a lullaby</div><div>goodnight neighbor. good night. </div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184290968665736601.post-60426583540623602122009-09-20T20:43:00.001-06:002009-09-20T20:43:24.910-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">stop and think<div>every breathe you take</div><div>every beat of a heart</div><div>every thought</div><div>every movement</div><div><br /></div><div>how can this happen to us?</div><div><br /></div><div>stop and think</div><div>about every person you loved</div><div>about every mistake you hate</div><div>about every chance you let pass by</div><div>about every thing you're not</div><div><br /></div><div>how can this happen to us?</div><div><br /></div><div>stop and think</div><div>what makes us different</div><div>what makes us live</div><div>what makes us hurts</div><div>what makes us live</div><div><br /></div><div>how can this happen?</div></span>[Not enough] Mitchelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489288277559841034noreply@blogger.com0