November's Poetry (In Order) |
I can feel the chill begin to settle in the air, it runs its cold callous fingers down my spine. Chilling me, to my bones. I stare at cotton candy sunsets and golden sunrises, chilled air the entire w...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:24:00 GMT |
October's Poetry, In Order |
O' cool fall breeze, I hope you can lift these weighted wings so as I may see flight once again, so I may smile down with grace upon the world, eyes closed and arms towards the heavens, and, finally u...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Oct 2009 18:12:00 GMT |
September's Poetry, In Order |
Fall days, you tip toe closer. And I'm becoming afraid, now, that, I'll never find a way, to make things right, that I'll never find the words to say, to bring strength forward, in these darker times....
Posted by on Mon, 07 Sep 2009 19:10:00 GMT |
August's Poetry, In Order |
Let's find something to break this trend of endless monotony, something strong, proud and pure, something that'll take a brief moment of delirium and shed light upon it, expose it for what it truly is...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Aug 2009 12:02:00 GMT |
July's Poetry In Order |
This world, quiet and slow, will one day, bring forth life, and when it does, I will be smiling, with the world, and join in it's manic harmony. But for now, everything is just one day, one week, at a...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Jul 2009 01:45:00 GMT |
June's Poetry (In Order) |
So time came and pounded at my door, I opened weary-eyed and smiled. I welcomed him, and with a brief hand shake, and a few social niceties, I realized that he wasn't on my side. I wish to reclaim the...
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 22:19:00 GMT |
May's Poetry (In Order) |
The sun beats on my face and I am all smiles, as I am enveloped in something that seems like celestial grace. Something beyond normality and something a bit more immaculate. Something that makes this ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 17:07:00 GMT |
April's Poetry (In Order) |
The world comes and goes, in thousands of wires, electrical pulses and false smiles. I count birds as they rest on a telephone wire. One bird, two, birds, three, birds, four hours. Sort of blank, sort...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 20:03:00 GMT |
March's Poetry (In Order) |
I See The Rhythm (3/31)I see the rhythm in the brown eyesso pure and innocent, like a child'sfull of wonders and smiles, I cansee the rhythm in the sky, breathingin, out, in, out, in, outand I am see...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 06:20:00 GMT |
February's Poetry; In Order. |
These words come forth like a waterfall. I am drinking in the world like sweet liquor. This tastes and feels as if it could be euphoria. I simply cannot get this image from my heart, it has been burne...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 18:50:00 GMT |
