And all of the magic show is all inside her head |
When did I become so comfortable in my own skin? I remember a time where I felt like I had to be around people to feel any happiness whatsoever, and now- it's as if I need no one but myself. What happ...
Posted by angel on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 07:43:00 PST |
Poem 11.20.07 |
You better buy a gun, baby,The winter's coming in to steal your sunAnd the roses I had left beside your bedAre withering from no exposure.There's 37 miles 'til I returnTo a different homeWith a blanke...
Posted by angel on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 04:16:00 PST |
Every tongue that gets bit has another word to say |
I realized something tonight, talking to a friend of mine with a smile on his face. "You've had a huge impact on who I am today," I said. His reply was, "There are things in life we never forget." And...
Posted by angel on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 07:52:00 PST |
Poem 09.25.07 |
We find our mouths bound like butterfly wingsSlowly beating for the last time,A hushed breath is all that seems to escape these bodies,That have said all they need to say.As we lay there showing our w...
Posted by angel on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 06:47:00 PST |
As long as your mouth is shut, you’ll still be fucking beautiful |
You know how there was a certain time in your life where you really thought you were fucked up in the head, then you grew out of it? Probably not. But I had one of those times, and I came above it eve...
Posted by angel on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 02:20:00 PST |
’Cause even slurred words can contain some truth |
I really need to learn how to stop caring about people.The road I pave for them may be dark, but I will fill in the holes and clear out the branches for their own safety, if only they'd let me. Instea...
Posted by angel on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 03:21:00 PST |
Poem 09.10.07 |
I remember the feeling of the water as we jumped off of the docks,The sweet sunrays came in as flocks,Childhood voices thenBecome memories, pictures now,I remember the taste of the afternoon raincloud...
Posted by angel on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 04:54:00 PST |
When death sleeps, it dreams of you |
There are so many memories I can't recall when I'm far away, but when I'm driving down those same roads again, singing the same music, being next to the same people- it all comes back to me.I've come ...
Posted by angel on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 05:16:00 PST |
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find |
It's to know someone's going through the same things I am right now. Esspecially when it's someone very important to me, who gives me strength in the way he's surviving. It makes me want to pull throu...
Posted by angel on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 03:13:00 PST |
Poem 07.26.07 |
With the song between our ears,We lean against the wind-Weightless, our middle name.Your shirt absorbs the salt of the ocean,Bouncing off sand that gives way betweenOur almost-adult bodies,And your ha...
Posted by angel on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 10:05:00 PST |
