Shoes Have Feelings |
Love has nothing to do with the shoes I wearplenty of threads in betweenthe socks they fill while walking to get a drinkNothing to do with us,andorourselvesNo need to explaintry to grasp what...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 17:50:00 GMT |
Cold Kiss |
hippy highways of lost and lust thoughtoutside and in it was thy eye that was caughthence forth the vibeschills undescribed cool warm t-shirt a skirt to grindwalking over miles smiles and dialsnothing...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 21:57:00 GMT |
Twisted and Tangled |
I missed the word migration...the being of misted...over the head and under the toes it crawls...lonely twist who will ever hold the wristbeing trapped..wrappedstrappedtwisted and tangledfor a reason ...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 11:33:00 GMT |
Forever what it is |
debate,my eyes dilatepupils run into the woods and chase dreamsscreams bounce of the leavesas tiny sprinkles enjoy the noiseseeking slidingsoothingthen once again slowly movingmy eyes dilateand create...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 08:52:00 GMT |
2 minutes of nothing |
new poemsold shoesdying birds and trees with out leavessometimes it is better to pretend than to disappear and face the dayit would be much better if i could just sleep and toss and turn my fears away...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 07:40:00 GMT |
Broken |
One day awoke with kisses and smilesdark intelligent smiles with deep excitement of many stories and laughtersbreaking apart it came so fastlips softer than any picture i have ever stared Dali would c...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 18:59:00 GMT |
Untitled |
I feel so deadshe walked out of my life faster than she enter'dnothing remains the same as my eyes dry1 day older than any other dayI felt sorry for myself that my dad never called me once againIt was...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 06:35:00 GMT |
All I Got |
what i gotisthe soul of a birdsorrowing and flowingmind of a orcathe sea it growinglegs of aussiemy kangaroo kicktounge of a lizardcan catch any flystance like a soul'derI repent I repentarms like a a...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 09:38:00 GMT |
I did what i had to do |
I decided to write because I have the rightto spell to smellto talk and scratch my nails across the chalk boardI am the man my dad said I would never beonly because I was raised by a bumble beemy trib...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 07:54:00 GMT |
we were born |
intertwinedeyes like magnetsskin upon skinfish swarmingmelting candles that never go outCopyright ©2007 Leonard H Collins
Posted by on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 19:40:00 GMT |
