trains (short story/poem) by josh |
sitting in the bushes strech and his lady we are waiting for the right traina big bald black man runs through the yardcatches a south bound junker on the flywe twitch with anticipationstill waiting...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Apr 2011 12:00:00 GMT |
third blog poem by Josh |
Listen silently while the world yells around.cold empty thoughts fill the void.she smells like a whore, yet as sweet as an angel.confused and happy all at once.lets make out and forget each other for ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jun 2010 00:17:00 GMT |
bad poems |
When i hear she's been hurt i smile. what kind of man am i listen to my heart and get confused. bring up old feelings of joy and of heartbreak. ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jan 2010 05:31:00 GMT |
My First Blog..Poem by Josh |
I wish there was something wrong with me, then I could blame thatInstead it's mt fault, all the blame is mineWrite a suicide note for you to read,and hide it awayAfraid because I have no excuseJ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Jan 2010 00:06:00 GMT |
first dream |
A cold rainy woods..most likely ogregon. Two figures can be seen walking a muddy path that has long sence washed away. One is tall and broad shouldered the other shorter yet bigger, a wide man only i...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 01:38:00 GMT |
poem by josh "Joey" |
watch from afarobserve and noteA rock when neededa fist for the times of stupidityyour wisdom has saved a lifewatch you eat the painwonder where it goeslisten to your advisekeep livingsmarter than a p...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 03:39:00 GMT |
forth yeer (work in progress) |
I show up because I've known them for yearsexpect the same rowdy performance that I already know.Lights dim and guitars ring outA small whisp of a man grabs the mic Crass lyrics that are all to famili...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 04:25:00 GMT |
poems |
the room is coverd in a fine haze of smokean obscure movie plays on the vhs.bottle of whiskey gripped between my legsnote book pages left empty trying to writeanother drink.worried about the volume of...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 03:34:00 GMT |
forth blog poem by Josh |
Because you live the way you do I exist to show the real world.Because opportunity did not shine on meHere to prove what you don't know.Never give you the satisfactionNot better than me.just different...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 19:19:00 GMT |
second blog. poem by Joey-about me |
ANTHOLOGY OF A HARD-KNOCK LIFE &n
bsp; &n
bsp; TABLE OF CONTENTS &n...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 00:06:00 GMT |
