paradox |
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have big...
Posted by emily on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 03:16:00 PST |
i would like to wake up |
i felt my body temperature drop tonight
and just a few days ago i went flying with birds
and a blue bird cut in front of me and almost sent me off course
its been a long time since i felt free
its exp...
Posted by emily on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 01:19:00 PST |
consider, i suppose |
you think and you think
why dont you freaking think some more
see the places your thoughts get you
please, tell me you care
so i can laugh hard in your face
maybe then you wi...
Posted by emily on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 02:11:00 PST |
yes, go on.. |
open me up
and peel apart my layers
these insecurities, doubts, and fears
explore my core
and dance in my imperfections
this force within keeps tugging
never to articulate...
Posted by emily on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 04:12:00 PST |
a very special vday |
mmmmm tofu...
christine is the best cook EVER
we adventured for icecream...
...
Posted by emily on Wed, 15 Feb 2006 03:13:00 PST |
b-ballin it up |
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Posted by emily on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 12:26:00 PST |
happiness |
i should be completely stressed out
i found out that the finals i thought were on thursday and friday are now on monday and wednesday
im not prepared at all
but i am the master procrastinator and i wi...
Posted by emily on Sat, 10 Dec 2005 10:34:00 PST |
sleeping with ghosts |
The sea's evaporatingThough it comes as no surpriseThese clouds we're seeingThey're explosions in the skyIt seems it's writtenBut we can't read between the lineThis one world visionTurns us in to comp...
Posted by emily on Sun, 06 Nov 2005 10:25:00 PST |
leaves are the new flowers |
i have developed a new habit
of picking up the biggest leaf
i can find in the park
i walk home
twirling it in my fingers
it dances beside me
i think it can hear the music
playing through my hea...
Posted by emily on Tue, 01 Nov 2005 06:16:00 PST |
killing the love |
i like this poem...
I am the love killer,I am murdering the music we thought so special,that blazed between us, over and over.I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.I am pushing knives throug...
Posted by emily on Fri, 14 Oct 2005 02:44:00 PST |
