Duet |
DuetFour hands on the keys andsonic waves purportingSynchronous amity.Each ripple and trillcoercing Vulcan melody.A score of digitswork upon the beast that breathes and riles in a fieryspree. ...
Posted by winch on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 03:01:00 PST |
Poem for Poetry Writing Class |
A series Hands grip sheets, an uninvited handshake.After he is through she smoothes out the mass,flattens mountains and fills gullies.As taut as her gasps as he moves abov...
Posted by winch on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 11:48:00 PST |
Pale skin, blue eyes, crooked teeth. |
And I never thought it'd be like this.
Posted by winch on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 08:06:00 PST |
On the back of a motorbike...with my arms outstreched trying to take flight. |
Ever wonder what remains of the day when you close your eyes, and what could have been if you did not? Do you think or dwell upon that which could be, that which could have been? Or are yo...
Posted by winch on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 08:27:00 PST |
I remember when |
I remember, I remember when I lost MY mind.I think it was today. I'd like it back, please. One thinks that he may be something more than nothing but at times he finds hi...
Posted by winch on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 04:21:00 PST |
And you may build your houses... |
And the years they shall pass, like cars on busy roads. And the tears, they won't fall; until that tragic day. When he doesn't pass the doorway, when he doesn't enter home. Then...
Posted by winch on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 02:37:00 PST |
Mental Vomit |
What does it mean for a word to become cliché? In the simplest sense, the word loses its meaning, and we glance over it as though it were a mere apparition, or not there at all. And what happens...
Posted by winch on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 08:45:00 PST |
If you try to push a boulder up a hill... |
it will just fall down to the bottom again. Lately I feel like Sisyphus; I am pushing this boulder up a hill for what seems like no purpose. Sometimes I get to a point where the rock lodge...
Posted by winch on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 11:41:00 PST |
A smile a mile long |
I can say right now that life is good.I just got a raise at my summer airport job last week. It is nice to finally see my hard work pay off. I am glad to see that someone has noticed.Latel...
Posted by winch on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 10:57:00 PST |
Ninety Degrees Indoors |
I sit here at my mother and sister's home waiting for them to arrive from work. What have I been doing these past four to five days? Drawing pictures, trying to work out a tattoo design th...
Posted by winch on Fri, 16 Jun 2006 05:02:00 PST |
