I know a lovely girl
my porcelin doll
she plays a dangerous game
much is required
she plays a monster
she likes her power
she manipulates it
It disaggregates hurt
shes been here before
shes knows it well
he watches her enter
loser pays hell
she can't win this game
she has him to blame
things won't be the same
she can't win this game
damning the rules
she wagers her heart
the game doesn't care
it rips her apart
bruised and bleeding
she stumbles away
she knew the outcome
but she loves to play
my porcelin doll
sirens call her name
the wagers be damned
she will play again
she can't win this game
she has herself to blame
things won't be the same
she can't win this game
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2006
(317)
-
▼
April
(33)
- What a tangled web we weave
- flashbacks
- A Rake
- Dear Liberty
- Heat and Dust (3D art)
- dear god
- Vanitas (3D art)
- The Savage Desert - Part Three
- Dystopia 6
- Rauchen
- Dystopia 4
- Beat it to a perfect pulp
- Aren't enough good guys around these days?
- The Savage Desert - Part Two
- "how are you?" [shi]
- diary of an average gal!
- rigid
- Fluxlist
- The Savage Desert - Part One
- dangerous game
- These Days...
- I got a girl named...Ramalamadingdong
- dance
- Saturday Night
- for whoever....
- Kettle Love
- Speak softly, my love
- the short road
- Murder at the beach house
- Gallery of Distinguished Gentlemen - Jason Voorhees
- troil
- Elf queen
- House of 1,000 corpses - I
-
▼
April
(33)
3 comments:
you should post more poetry.
good.
Play on, girl!
she never wanted to. just wanted to play...enjoyed it.
Post a Comment