untitled poem by me |
Just sitting bumming around Feelings swimming roundWords inside my head Spoon feedLike Sunday bread Thoughts round da ClockOne bullet in da GlockTears running down My faceBout to say My last gr...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Oct 2009 06:22:00 GMT |
just rambling |
feeling alil angry today. with every day that passes i lose faith in most people....especially females. seems most people like to play games these days. if there isn't something in it for...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Oct 2009 11:07:00 GMT |
Truth......or something like it |
"I don't think life is absurd. I think we are all here for a huge purpose. I think we shrink from the immensity of the purpose we are here for."---Norman Mailer..... Seems like just yesterda...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Oct 2009 10:32:00 GMT |
more writting |
fix these wingsof mineto soarintoskies unknowngive me innner strengthto breath life into anotheras othersbreath lifeinto meclearify thesewordstoone wordso simpleof a wordto sit silentlyinsolitudeupon ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Oct 2009 08:28:00 GMT |
just writing |
It's strange to try and write without having a focused thought of what i want to write...every morning i wake with the same thoughts that haunt me at night.my emotions are so scattered that most times...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Oct 2009 07:40:00 GMT |
If--By Rudyard Kipling |
Rudyard KiplingIf IfIf you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; I...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Sep 2009 11:35:00 GMT |
Superman....Written by my brother |
Superman
By SV There are two men; one soars through the air and fights crime. The other takes a dark an dingy train and fights ...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Aug 2009 15:04:00 GMT |
The sound of heart break |
With every beatFeels like I'm on repeatThe bass kicks inThe visions begin to swingThis songs off cueForget about the whoJust about the woo And all it can doThe chorus chimes inAs ears begin to ringLie...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jul 2009 05:32:00 GMT |
The Meaning |
Love isn't a game to be withhelda feeling to be dispelledor a word to be yelledit's an ability to be compelleda pain that dwellsa drug that sellsA darkness that callsA robber of soulsA wolf in sheep c...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Jul 2009 09:15:00 GMT |
love like art.....poem by RJC(me) |
Love like art By RJC.....for UVisions of you And all we would doStill hearing your voice But not by choiceMissin ur hair The way I would stare Does this seem fair Wanna say hello....my heart is jel...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Jul 2009 07:43:00 GMT |
