Wallflower Verse 1 . . . in progress |
I used to be the typeat the clubalways scared to move,always scared to dance with them dudes,always liked the melody,never really knew what to doBut I've always been impressedWith you.////I neverbattl...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 21:39:00 GMT |
back to Earth . . . in between late night thoughts . . . |
Why dreamand pretend I can walk on a cloudwhen I can be sureyou won't disappearand I could stay here?You've been holding me up. Some folks do wellin safety.I thrive in uncertainityand often it's the a...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 01:07:00 GMT |
Out of love and in my journal |
Thoughts . . . There was a time when I was in love and I could write, I mean, I filled four journals, and 75% of that ink was squeezed from conversations that we had about life, love, blackness, schoo...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:27:00 GMT |
A sailing ship? . . . |
I don't have much to say this morning . . . yet i found myself clicking into a place where my thoughts are supposed to be shared.When you see the end coming, you try to prepare yourself for it. It may...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 09:13:00 GMT |
