time capsule |
The nights that pass so quickly are those that seem to last forever in our memories, a time capsule for a not-so-distant future. The rattling of the window panes comes with the spring breeze but the c...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Feb 2010 16:37:00 GMT |
wondering |
Sometime you should stop and think, "If I cut myself off from the world, no texts no calls no letters even... with someone come looking for me? If I turn off my phone for weeks will my friends come kn...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 18:09:00 GMT |
the blur |
So I lay here thinking. The world is round, we think in circular motions and use circular logic. The moon is round, a mother's pregnant belly is round; both beautiful circles. This twisted incarnati...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jan 2010 23:43:00 GMT |
songs |
This reminded me of someone, so I decided to quote it."Hurry all your secrets in my skin, come away with innocence and leave me with my sins. The air around me still feels like a cage. And love is jus...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Dec 2009 19:54:00 GMT |
screaming on the beach in winter |
Loving to hate itcant sleep, cant stay awakesatisfied and starving,lost and foundtossed and returnedpromised with fingers crossedburnt when its coldfresh when its oldit wouldnt help a biteven if i qui...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Dec 2009 14:54:00 GMT |
its late |
Its late and Im awakeTossed away by all this hate.Its late and Im awaketossed and turned with the pacewhere are the normal girls? Just want someone cute my age and available, Ive already dabbled with ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Dec 2009 01:24:00 GMT |
Park |
Sitting here at the park, way too fuckin late. Nothin at the bars, 'cept cowboys from Craig. The night is dead so I sit here instead, with thoughts of girls and tire burnouts in heads. Been driving f...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Nov 2009 23:21:00 GMT |
ups and downs |
Its crazy... the days keep raining... whetting appetites of lonliness and desire. Old flames and new, some that aren't true; some with a flaw, some starting to claw... like tigers, stalking in the icy...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:26:00 GMT |
why? |
Why is it every time you talk to that person you regress to the path you walked before? A path full of rosebushes may smell scrumptious but in the end you will saunter out scratched and scarred. Why i...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Oct 2009 11:13:00 GMT |
religion anybody? |
Bear in mind the history of an ex-jehovah's witness turned heathen can have alot of twists and turns. That elementary school cupcake uneaten, the waving stars and stripes ignored during the pledge of ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Oct 2009 15:40:00 GMT |
