My Bad Habit |
She appearsLike a bad dream,Recurring at the most inoppurtune times.She looks at me and seesA pharmacyOr an ATM.I remember a timeWhen she was hookedOn me. Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 01:04:00 GMT |
Needed, Maybe |
He puts on his leather jacket and picks up his pack of smokes. His hair is tussled, he notices in the mirror, from a restless afternoon nap, so he picks up a toboggan and slaps it on, pulling it down ... Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 21:51:00 GMT |
True, That |
To whom does wisdom belong?He was quirky, funny, and a little unkempt. Yet, he was wise.We sat there, in our realm of realization and thought, and discussed many things. We spoke of love and life, of ... Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 22:00:00 GMT |
Small Sacrifices |
She plucks them from the air;Butterflies;And devours them,One by one;SimultaneouslyDestroying bothBeauty and hurricanes. Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 02:09:00 GMT |
Thoughts That Count |
I have found salvation
In words
You have given
To comfort me
In my times of need.
When the world falls short
Of my high expectations,
You tender sweet emotion.
You claim to be no poet,... Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 08:06:00 GMT |
Liquid |
It isn't quite Hell,
But the flame is in view,
And it's only eclipsed
When I think about you.
So much do I hunger
And long for your touch.
Is it wrong to want something
So distant so much?
&n... Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 08:22:00 GMT |
The Medicine Man |
The cool blast of air conditioning is refreshing after the balmy heat of the Alabama August outside. She swings the glass door wide and shuffles unhurriedly into the doc... Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 09:12:00 GMT |