POEM NUMBER 5 |
el tormento que vale la pena
this holds so much, and,
though felt so little; it never seems,
it isn't held at all,
a beautiful room,
it's light turned off,
waiting,
waiting,
there is no to...
Posted by English Days on Fri, 16 May 2008 04:23:00 PST |
Recording our debut EP! |
Hello. we don't usually have much real information to say in our blogs, only when we are recording.
And we are!
This saturday, our first EP! We look forward to getting a CD together that we can actual...
Posted by English Days on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 12:21:00 PST |
POEM NO. 4 |
Sleeping Bag
We used to do it,
wake and slither down the stairs;
childs play.
It's not funny no more,
there's worms outside shop doors...
Posted by English Days on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 09:51:00 PST |
A Shut Door On A Train (poem number 3) |
''you can't go through there''
He sat and stared,
his eyes up at mine
and a look on his face prepared
A passage blocked in front,
behind its dark glaze,
the place which I want,
it...
Posted by English Days on Mon, 21 May 2007 04:03:00 PST |
Poem Number 2 |
Mirror
back again,
and into it,
back again,
in front of it,
back again,
light from it,
again.
let me know wat u think cheers....
Posted by English Days on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 02:09:00 PST |
Recording |
WE ARE RECORDING TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,
Posted by English Days on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 01:58:00 PST |
Poem Number 1 |
Created Consequences
It was a
Splash in the puddle moment,
The spontaneous joy of a natural art,
Created,
That which could only be held by,
Stagnant memory
Then after,
The damp and coldness seeps,
...
Posted by English Days on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 02:02:00 PST |
