bird |
Today I woke up to the sound of construction in the courtyard three floors below my window. I don't dare complain as this sound is what casuses me to make up at a decent hour these days. With my morni... Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 03:07:00 GMT |
Theresa Andersson - 'Na Na Na' |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2eD4GcLohE Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 11:43:00 GMT |
long division |
"I've never recognized "emo" as a genre of music. I always thought it was the most retarded term ever. I know there is this generic commonplace that every band that gets labeled with that term hates i... Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:16:00 GMT |
prozac maybe? |
I tried.
I tried to be myself.
I don't know what that means.
I don't know who she is.
Wife Mother Daughter
Lover Liar Loser
A game player.
A tongue twister.
A ready bake oven master.
&nb... Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 19:32:00 GMT |
Midnight Phantom of Prose |
switch gears
play music
words tumble, toss and turn
in my mind
and trip off my tongue
into lyrical nonsense that makes me smile
for a while
I am at ease
my mind at rest
the rat race of m... Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 19:29:00 GMT |
don’t screw up |
Lovers of the English language might enjoy this.....How do non-natives ever learn all the nuances of English???
There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter wor... Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 08:53:00 GMT |
Ballad of a Dumb Fish |
A fish of brown and spotted blue
was swimming in the sea,
longing for a love so true
and wishing to be free.
A golden bird with feathers bright
and a song so sweet and clear,
did spy the fish s... Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 20:38:00 GMT |
to do list |
brush your teeth, wash your face, comb your haireat your vegetables
there is a change in priorities aheadpay your bills, read your book, write your motherdrink more water
the grey sky blankets the hor... Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 01:52:00 GMT |
memory served |
gods handsgods bonesgod had failed hershe failed herself
an innocent photographan innocent womaninnocence witheredwhere madness bloomed
a picture held in her handsa pictureholding little meaning to an... Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 11:07:00 GMT |
truth at the time |
no one to blame but me and my muse. she dances circles around me every night, and every night, I let her down. I pick up and leave her stranded, like a ghost swimming and spinning, drowning in the dam... Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 01:00:00 GMT |