Sold Desire© an Uhrbanliving Publication |
Sold Desire© an Uhrbanliving Publication
There was once a whisper in the dark and it spoke about the ghost of my past
It appears that nothing is really forgotten and not all feeling seem to last ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 10:11:00 GMT |
Hour Glass© an Uhrbanliving Publication |
Hour Glass© a...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 10:09:00 GMT |
My thoughts are rare scenes of life. |
Through the closed lid of my eyes they are strained. Apparently even when it is dark your beauty shines. An image of your body is what makes me want this feeling to never disappear. A thought of knowi...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 00:39:00 GMT |
My thoughts are rare scenes of life. |
Due to the lack of respect that man shows his character slips away.
Due to the lack of respect that man has for himself his woman stepped up.
Due to the lack of respect that man has for him w...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 00:32:00 GMT |
My thoughts are rare scenes of life. |
A child weeps when first introduced into the world.
Man weeps but not sure why.
A child weeps when away from protection.
Man weeps after coming face to face w...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 00:22:00 GMT |
Empty |
Empty From day to day man does what he can to make everyone around him feel special. From time to time he becomes successful at doing so. Even when the odds are against him he manage to rise...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 00:11:00 GMT |
Dry eyes trapped at sea. |
The trees suffer, the animals suffer, and the world even suffers. But ask the man that knows he is right at a time when you know he is wrong. And watch as he connive you into seeing things his way, ju...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 00:09:00 GMT |
The Man with very little to say |
The Man with very little to say
There once was a man that had very little to say. Everyday people would ask him if everything was ok. As far as I know the man would say. Why is there a reason f...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 00:30:00 GMT |
Deep |
Untitled ©
I sit and watch as children play in the middle of the street. They have no clue of the drama that once riddled itself about while they were perhaps in a womb.
A change is going to come I o...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 01:19:00 GMT |
Sleepy eyes |
Sleepy eyes
When they find them selves unable to shut. Suddenly thoughts of holding onto the special someone.
The one you can always feel even when their not around.
The potent smell of their hair.
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Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 01:54:00 GMT |
