My shoes are soaked with water and the shiver shows |
its noticeable now..the black holes, the warm sounds before waking.. The need to sleep for days.The unfamiliar smell that breaks when you return to bedroom walls and all of the faces you cannot seem t... Posted by on Thu, 15 Oct 2009 11:53:00 GMT |
Asleep |
A sobering rain drains left of slight wind gusts. Drawing attention away from awake. Dimming lights and pulling sheets across exposed toes.Sleep is forceful and urgent. P... Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 18:32:00 GMT |
a mess of string puppets, mouths full of orange peels |
One small stride across a sky absent and willingBlack and white crayons filling in where the traffic had been diverted she is a mess of string puppets, mouths full of orange peels and flowerscaked in ... Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 07:55:00 GMT |
hello stranger |
Sometimes, It feels as if time causes me to side step into dimensions that play by different rulesinvolve a new set of characters Some stay consistent they intertwine with the new become part ofa... Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 07:23:00 GMT |
Awakened along a ball of ice and snow |
There is a cool and steady wind that finds its' way between the hairs on my arm, up and along my shoulders, filtering through my hair follicles, racing along the curve of my skull, recycling back to t... Posted by on Sat, 27 Dec 2008 18:24:00 GMT |
the chills that run along my spine |
I've signed my name i've lost my mindI've lost my placeand am soon to finda ghost that calls out shoutingall the names of children bornthe systems down and doubtingshes found her place shes something ... Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 19:05:00 GMT |
all I want to do is sleep |
My bones a mess of miscalculated positions &nb
sp; &nb
sp; &n... Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 14:38:00 GMT |
no cream or sugar just a swamp of dead leaves and silence |
the landscape pours into my eyes and it smells of fresh paint and bad coffee Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 15:50:00 GMT |
only in dreams..... |
my eyes give way to the oval shaped black holes that follow me as I sneak beneath
&nbs..
. Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 06:00:00 GMT |
and the rain pours through your mouth |
Over your tongue, finding your lips, out along your chin and down in the abyss.The weight of the air had lessened &nbs
p; &nb... Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 13:22:00 GMT |