Friday, 30 January 2009
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
Trance
I tremble - my life is a thread
I shiver - there's not much left but dread
I would like to talk to you
but you're just in another world
it doesn't matter what I do
what you perceive is just cold
'cause I can't tell you about
a story of screams and shouts,
a fight with no winners
a bid with no bidders.
I shall walk on streets
made of concrete and breeze
and feel free, even just once
when the sun is setting,
and everybody is in trance.
Friday, 23 January 2009
The day I stopped breathing
In the morning she came
smell of white sheets all around,
my head buried in shame
in the soft plumy ground.
There she came and sat down,
her hand lay on my shoulder,
her forehead deep in frown
as there was nothing colder.
I can't say what kind of hate
made me want to do that,
(the clock had struck eight)
but I held my breath
(her mouth said: " it's late"),
and for her, I played death.
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
First post here - Fallout 3
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