R@t race |
from the fields to the trees everything is green. finger prints in my mind forever imprinted. this is all i feel and see right now. i will carry it with me forever.
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Posted by ryE on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 12:42:00 PST |
sex cells |
i've been hangin from this line like a bird on a wire. killin two hearts with one tone, and it's been a long race and i've grown this long face chiseled from stone. i don't intend...
Posted by ryE on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 09:09:00 PST |
p!nk b3rry |
not bad ladies, well done.
Posted by ryE on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 11:21:00 PST |
soil turning like waves. |
i wanta wake up and feel tha sunshine, i wanta breath, i wanta view things as they seem not as i have always seen, i wanta sing sing sing, and scream things between tha hands and lips of lovers t...
Posted by ryE on Wed, 02 May 2007 01:05:00 PST |
if you don't stand for nothin you'll fall for anything. |
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Posted by ryE on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 11:10:00 PST |
five letter word |
now i know it's been a long time since i have wrote this list but i can't seem to open up this fist or loosen up my wrist, it's been killin me/you've been killin me i can't seem to trust my heart...
Posted by ryE on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 09:46:00 PST |
new deck old spot same me same tags. |
today the park was closed so i checked out this old skate spot i used to hit as a teenager. fuckin A a lot of old memories there tons of first times, first grit, first high, first tag, ...
Posted by ryE on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 05:26:00 PST |
your eyes once windows|reflect like mirrors |
hello old friend, your kind heart and innocence has reached it's end. your morals have changed your eyes are stained. you will consume until you're consumed. friends are friends until they...
Posted by ryE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
trapped in prison of your own demise |
Hello old friend, welcome back to life, your eyes have opened, yet barely even enough to fully live, let me come inside I've longed and forgotten your love, your body runs like shutters from a ca...
Posted by ryE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
true sailing is dead |
In dreaming we are most alive, how we bravely shrug off any challange hidden from sight behind closed eyelids, Gently turning every few hours like hands of a clock without fear nor worry of ...
Posted by ryE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
