Date Night |
it's been so longit's so rare we find the time more rare that we follow throughlets seewhat can we dowithout touchingwithout speakingwithout the threat of the bond of closenesswhere can we go and be ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 14:06:00 GMT |
A Personal Mother's Day Short |
i haven't been on much lately, posting even less, but i will be again, soon i hope. some rough personal stuff going on and today is a hard day for me. 5 years ago today, my grandmother, who raised me,...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 06:30:00 GMT |
Missing You |
rushing through my daythings rushing through my brainpushing too hard on my last drop of somethingand i stop in a doorwaybetween the hot and the coldbetween the dry and the wet i forget my busy life...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 19:01:00 GMT |
Nobody's Fool |
light dapplestruth filtersthrough trees and rose colored glassesbut i like my truth glaring, straight forwardin the bright light of dayspare me your late night seductionsand patronizingi'm a big girl ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 16:23:00 GMT |
Pondering Priorities |
hearts are brokendreams are deadin a tent cityfew get fedand the dogs are gone astray how did it get this way once there was a houseonce there was a kingwho's slaving workgave everythingto his queen ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 14:24:00 GMT |
The Tenth Muse |
just the other dayi fell into the firetrying to take the edge off because the glass shards cutthey hurti bledbut they did not take away the pain my head swam in ethersi discarded my solid emotionsi fl...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 08:39:00 GMT |
Sustenance |
in soft sheets that smell of bleach and sunshine, we liejust waking to the grey of this day sunrise, if it comes, still at bay for a few more moments i slide closer and feel the soft heat of youand it...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 07:46:00 GMT |
Rolling Stone |
when he sleepssteeped in seeming innocencein sexy, masculine abandonthe facade, disheveledthe perfection, glimpsed before a snore in turninghe lies, exposedhis manhood and his frailtydreaming his drea...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 09:58:00 GMT |
Trust = Death, (Newly Annointed Cynic) |
some things are too rawtoo deep to dredgesomeone nics the surfaceand it bleeds too muchthe smallest of wounds becomes life-threateningdeath by paper cut it was the infection that went straight to the ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 14:38:00 GMT |
I Am The Sun |
i need a life with passionand to share that passionlike i need the air i breathewithout the earththe sun has no purposethe moon, no gifts without the smile of a childwhose kite breaks freethe wind is ...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 17:12:00 GMT |
