Playground at Midnight |
.. ..Soothing rocking motionSwaying like the treesIn a gentle breezeMoonlight shinesOn her hairDark and softLike a ravens wingMoonlight shinesIn her eyesDeep and exoticA tropical lagoonA jade fi...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 21:32:00 GMT |
Tidal |
.. ..
Does the earth feel
A sort of sadness
As the moon moves
Farther away
On its journey
In its path around?
.. ..
And does the earth
Try to reach out
With tides that tie
...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 21:27:00 GMT |
nothin new for trash like you |
i just wanted to know that i had sex with your mom last night.
it was all right.
but it wasn't amazing.
she wasn't a big fan of the spiderman.
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 14:03:00 GMT |
flowers for you |
on my way to see you
i picked some flowers
first near a roadside marsh
those were the big yellow ones
next the red ones
with yellow tips
in a pasture by a maple tree
then the tiny...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 15:39:00 GMT |
precious means highly cherished |
smell you on my skin tonight
your hand in mine
warms my fingers through
your smoky gaze and sleepy eyes
i wonder if i am dreaming
i don't want to wake.
your hair again...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 02:06:00 GMT |
the video rental membership card |
today i was out running around with one of my friends, making fun of people and generally acting like an ass, when we decided to rent some dvds at a local video store. we searched around a bit, until ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 23:42:00 GMT |
the world falls away |
sometimes it just happens. if you can take something from this, it may be that there are no ordinary moments.
sitting in a public place at one fifteen in the afternoon during a rainstorm. not just any...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 01:14:00 GMT |
music of the stars |
sometimes you can hear the music.
most people just wonder what that noise is, that dreadful, dissonant, distracting noise. go ahead and tune it out. you’re a busy person. there is no time in yo...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 23:29:00 GMT |
monsters |
i grew up in one of the poorer neighborhoods of des moines, iowa. for years, i never knew just how poor we were, because my mother worked hard to make sure that our house was safe, and that i never wa...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 13:50:00 GMT |
c.l.m. |
i hope you get a chance to read this someday
i had always dreamed of having a family of my own, a group of people that i fit in with, who accepted me for who i am, not for what they want me to be, or ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 01:33:00 GMT |
