If I Promise |
what if I promised not to touch you?I won't shake your hand or hug you when we meetI won't move the hair from your foreheadI won't, as you try to speak, trace your upper lip with my fingertip,or wipe ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 10:59:00 GMT |
A Poem for my Grandmother |
borrowed facefrom the painlessfollowed the bearersto her gravewe planted her here,in the middleof the old graveyardwhere her children grew upall of the grass, every treenow a forest of silhouette,the ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Dec 2008 19:55:00 GMT |
Statistics |
things seem to go onjust how they shouldyour parents begin to age then dieas your childrenbecome parents rightbefore your eyesstatistics haven't reallywavered muchthis century, the rate of lifestagnan...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 11:51:00 GMT |
what a fucking |
selfish motherfucker you have got to be to cheat on your wifelet alone the mother of your 3 tiny babieswhen all you had to do firstwas just leavethe size of your dick, so I've heard, is really making ...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 02:05:00 GMT |
Untitled |
I never fall to sleepwithout dreaming, althoughI never actually do dreamwhile I'm sleepingI dream of love, mainly,and kissingI dream of passion, mostly,and the vastnesswe can barely containbetween our...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 19:24:00 GMT |
Dreams Are Only True |
the pain reminds me thatdreams are only truewhen I can touch you and weknow surely, the tormentto believe in something sounbelievable, to trust so deeplythat we are still, despitereality
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 19:22:00 GMT |
Seriously |
I wish everyone would just shut the fuck up already.The country has spoken, and Obama OVERWHELMINGLY won the election.If you were a McCain supporter, and are writing fucking bulletins about how disgra...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Nov 2008 20:41:00 GMT |
Untitled |
sew the sky for mewith black thread.pull the stars downand hide them in your fingers,and smile because I amsmiling, knowingwhat lives (and grows) between usis immeasurable.there are not limits suchas ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 22:24:00 GMT |
I Won’t |
I write letters to younearly every day, althoughthere are many whichnever are sent, and I knowyou knowin both your mind and heart thatyou cannot bewho I deserve, yet you stillhave agreedto see meto to...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 04:34:00 GMT |
Untitled |
I can feelmore than hear your voicehum softly alongthe inside of my thighyour lips whisper acrossmy stomachmy hair falls overthe side of the bedmy hands covereach of yours as yourswrap my waist, your ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 04:31:00 GMT |
