chupacabra |
I hardly sleep anymoreknowing about what goes on past this doorturn the knob, to the pastthat shows me the answer to all my mathin my head, I will waitfor the right moment that you find my hateshutter...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jun 2009 23:17:00 GMT |
Yield to Oncoming Traffic |
A never ending journey to the timewhen you were just a little thing insidenow you've blown up tall, to touch the skywhen you fall I'll see you, and heave a sighA sigh of relief and a sigh of joythe si...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jun 2009 23:06:00 GMT |
The Wind |
My eyes are coldSee only black and whiteI only seem to thinkin the darkest hour of nightThe fog creeps inby my sidewhispers to me how itsees my fear insidestanding herein the coldwondering where I've ...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jun 2009 22:54:00 GMT |
Leavin' On A Jet Plane |
...and I don't think that I'll be back again...Going to Arkansas...land of my forefathers and familia de mi madre. Adios to my friends and family. If one could just pack it all up and leave more often...
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 17:21:00 GMT |
work in progress |
Well you don't know anymore who exactly it is who does your taxesor who that person is who your back, she waxesbut I suppose it matters little in the scheme of thingssuch as holding hands and exchangi...
Posted by on Tue, 26 May 2009 00:44:00 GMT |
Contented |
Contented What is it that all of us need? What is it that all of us want? Each person has their breaking points and their tests which they have to endure. But what truly defines when one is content? ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 00:26:00 GMT |
wtf? |
I keep your picture, on my mirrorso that I see it every morningI keep your picture, on my deskso that I see it every morningI keep your picture, on my wallso that I see it every morningI keep your pic...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 02:06:00 GMT |
elemental dreams |
the trees need water to surviveto grow and spread and multiply and thrivethe trees need the sunlight in the skyto grow green and to grow highthe trees need earth to root them deepto confort them each ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 02:04:00 GMT |
endless thyme |
the troops come to the battlefieldseeing not in their enemies any sign of yieldthough they know this day that they shall dienot one single soldier looks to the sky Just down upon the cold hard groundw...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 00:51:00 GMT |
Cool like a fool in a swimming pppppppppool! |
It gets hard sleeping on the seas of restlessness. You could roll right, or left! Either way you slam into a metal bar
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 00:02:00 GMT |
