a stillness |
a stillness
for a momentmaintaining composureletting go.knowing the feeling deep inside of me.letting it show.giving to one for the nightgives me such a frightso here i am to providewaiting for that s...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 10:23:00 GMT |
an empty thought |
an empty thought - a full thoughtgoing into actiontime denyingdeath defyingrunning up and downstream.searching for words,thoughts in a dazelost in a mazehoping that you will come to.riding byflying hi...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 11:10:00 GMT |
After waiting for forever |
After waiting for forever,where a second seemed like a lifetime,guessing and contemplating,feet nailed to the floor,denying and debating,A conclusion, I suddenly came to.Maybe it was all in my head,wa...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 11:09:00 GMT |
what do i do? |
what do i do?i go back and forth, where is common ground?when do i seewhat is coming to me?how do i know,what all seems to knowwinter breezescoldness,freezeslost and foundgoing round and roundnever kn...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 10:24:00 GMT |
Sludge Pudge (homage to Edgar Allan Poe~whom is said to be a distant relation) |
A house full of dribble.
Nibble. Nibble. Nibble.
Biting. Controlling.
Sucking. Patrolling.
Tearing me inside out,
The rats in the cellar,
Eating me alive.
...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:47:00 GMT |
ah, the rain |
ah, the rain
washing away the pain.
and the joy
of new birth
rides on the rays of the sun
brings me to you
resurrected
up from the depths
crawling
to new heights
floating
peaceful
what i...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:43:00 GMT |
Leaf-all |
Leaf-all
Leaf-all
falling, falling leaf.
Leaf-all
Leaf-all,
Do you reacall
the falling, falling leaf?
the branches move
in a motionless groove,
Do you approve,
of the falling, falling le...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:28:00 GMT |
the wind to my back |
the wind to my back,
the shoes on my feet
i peak around the corner
i try to be discreet.
it don't know i'm coming,
and why should it?
i've been all around
and then i split.
scratching th...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:25:00 GMT |
the flight of the bird over the bay |
when the clock
tick-tocked,
i could see it fly away.
one could not reach it
one could not grasp it
so one must wait for another day.
and serenity is security
for those who may not under...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 19:45:00 GMT |
The windows to the left side of my brain |
the windows to the left side of my brain
constantly tempt me to go insane
and yet i grasp for truth
regardless of circumstances.
the door to your heart remains closed
an emotional tie rests in ...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 19:38:00 GMT |
