Shoulders of Just One Girl |
So during my stately reminiscing
It occurs to me every now an might-have-beenthat Lately,
you've been nowhere to be found;
But not for all the clouds and the birds that follow you around
Because...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Jul 2009 08:27:00 GMT |
Chocolate Milk |
Today I made myself a glass of chocolate milk. After I drank it, and I
saw the remnants of the syrup at the bottom of the glass, I remembered
this wierd moment that happened to me last year.
It was...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jul 2009 14:39:00 GMT |
Old. |
An Evening Of Wishes
Her body
is a difficult sister, and she loves her,
and hides her somewhere in herself safe from harm.
She's barely coasting into a paycheck, stuck on empty.
Her blue eyes ...
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 18:04:00 GMT |
Too Many Birds/Pulses |
Too many birds in one tree.
Too many birds in one tree,
And the sky is full of black and screaming leaves;
the sky is full of black, and screaming.
And one more bird,
then one more bird.
And o...
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 17:54:00 GMT |
A prologue. |
The sky was dark aside from a dim light as the thunder heads retreated as quickly as they had come, carried on bitter gusts of wind over a shaken city, dotted with hail, to make way for the small...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 16:12:00 GMT |
Thinks. |
So, I'm just kinda sitting here thinking.About alot of innovative, and wonderfully productive things, let me tell you.Like, for instance, how movie-theatres should include moist towelettes on the side...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 11:56:00 GMT |
The Hart()tearH ehT |
The Hart You are here in the woods. Can you Hear the hoof-beats? Listen to me girl, Because The Hart in me fears the Wolf in You, And That's All I want Because The Heart in me fears the Hurt in ...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 11:40:00 GMT |
Randolphs Beret |
copyright laws apply.
The darkness of the night was pierced by a haunting, hollow gray that covered the sky in a blanket of grim com...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 16:15:00 GMT |
These days... (excerpt from a story) |
Mr. Grieves pg 1- by Albert Melfo These days are blended into black weeks hidden in sheathes of pure, inviting white comfort. Hidden under the numbing snow.There are a lot of them, and they are ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 15:59:00 GMT |
Wrong |
I have the heart of a mule,And the soul of a foolI have always been weak,I have always been wrongI have not been around, But I've been thinking out loud And if you ever need me I'm here for you...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 15:00:00 GMT |
