http://d3fin3x.blogdrive.com/ d3fin3 x pO3tri Wed, 14 Jul 2004 13:40:02 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2004. Poetry Writing Parenting http://d3fin3x.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html Wed, 14 Jul 2004 21:38:05 GMT "Live my life, life of confusion, of my inner soul." -Me Who Am I? Who am I but a another soul. A soul of hate. A soul of lost. Lost for words. Words no cares. Cares about me. Cares about my feelings. Feelings toward my past. My future. Future that will never come. Future that will define death. Who am I but another soul.Soul of confusion. Confusion of who I really am. Now and then. Silent Lost I hear nothing. Feel nothing. Nothing my heart. My soul. My mind. I cringe in pian to try. Try and figure out. Who I am. What Iam. Where I... (more) http://d3fin3x.blogdrive.com/comments?id=3 http://d3fin3x.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html Tue, 13 Jul 2004 21:19:20 GMT "Push your dirty eyelashes through the cracks in my essence and kill my heart deep inside to save my precious withering soul" -Nat Only Death As the tears roll off my face. The thundering splashe.s Match the beat Of my heart It slows down and so does the rain. I pull myself together thinking of the fun we had but it still hurts on the inside. Remembering your face accelerates my heartbeat and the tears begin to flow once again. I cry out asking for an end to this infernal aching. But no one hears me. As I stare into the raging fires of the sun. I... (more) http://d3fin3x.blogdrive.com/comments?id=2 http://d3fin3x.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html Tue, 13 Jul 2004 03:20:17 GMT "I am an immortal eternally in love with a dead soul." -Nate Depression I quietly weep regained mass my dry tears. In my unseeing eyes. The fluids in I clamp down my body my lids, No longer able forcing myself to support to ignore my leaking orbs. The descent of scorching sands my tears. Sting my flesh though my mind as the time wanders aimlessly lazily shuffles through the horribly negative along aspects of my existence, teasing me a single thought and my view sticks to my concentration that life like some blood thirsty is just one tick, long, depressing clinging to a... (more) http://d3fin3x.blogdrive.com/comments?id=1