What Tomorrow May Become |
The days we spent under the fire have passed through snow and wind and rain, igniting and dying, living and lying, now we are coming out into that summer day. How many words are too ma...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 23:44:00 GMT |
The Buried Life |
But often, the worlds most crowded streets,
But often, in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life:
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force
In ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 21:56:00 GMT |
~ Beautiful Disaster ~ |
She loves her mama's lemonade,Hates the sounds that goodbyes make.She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.She swears that there's no difference,Between the lies and complements.It's all the ...
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 07:27:00 GMT |
The First to Leave Takes the Hardest Swallow |
Such happiness, such joy, yet fear is always hidden beneath the noise.
That dull, slow, ache tarnished by years of knowledge.
Fear, it carries a burden to all who know it,
And in the eve...
Posted by on Wed, 30 May 2007 23:51:00 GMT |
By the Brook |
To be there is like a dream and I am not able to see past my own disguise. It's taken a long time and I have more to learn. Through wasted effort I realize I can't force something that is ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 May 2007 23:45:00 GMT |
10-22-05 |
Failure doesn't mean that I am a failure
It does mean I haven't yet succeeded
Failure doesn't mean that I have accompli...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 00:24:00 GMT |
Cannonball |
there's still a little bit of your taste in my mouththere's still a little bit of you laced with my doubtit's still a little hard to say what's going onthere's still a little bit of your ghost your we...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 00:03:00 GMT |
Mist |
04/02/07
The mist rose above the caustic ashes, above the fight to meet in between matter and reason, heart and thought. It met with great ease the Space hiding from the bright glory of day and leavin...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 23:41:00 GMT |
A Life Breathed Long Ago |
Memories like distant dreams wash on the shore leaving behind fragments of hope and forgotten times. I saw the broken bottle carved with sand and ice laid with lifeless musings from faraw...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 13:56:00 GMT |
Still Waters |
There is no peace in this world. There is no real comfort or true love. We trick ourselves into thinking that we are going to make it but aside from God there is nothing this wor...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 01:20:00 GMT |
