forever is how long? |
I'm in this place of exsistance where time is really on my mind. I move through time as if it were a road and life is the car. I am sure I have missed some exits with giant balls of yarn that may or m...
Posted by vintage labrie on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 10:50:00 PST |
a ditch without a purpose |
The lake of sorrow overflows with tearsAs the knight of valor falls to his kneesThe angry king announces victoryAs the enemy penetrates the wallThis is when the princess gives birthThe heiress of the...
Posted by vintage labrie on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 09:59:00 PST |
to the reader of letters |
A letter written for my pain or for your pleasure, by the time this is all over with the conclusion will be that they are really the same thing. One man may call it a dozen eggs, but he is not contrad...
Posted by vintage labrie on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 07:05:00 PST |
the one that is right now |
The One That Is Right Now!By Jonathan LaBrie. Copywrite 10.08.2006
The wind blows againAs leaves traverse to the groundCan you make me believe, in a world that is make believe?Where angel get lost in ...
Posted by vintage labrie on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 12:21:00 PST |
balloon |
Some idiot with a purple balloon has a goofy smile on his stupid face. Like he has a secret that he doesn't want anyone to know. Why does he have a purple balloon anyway? It's a sad concept to think h...
Posted by vintage labrie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the thunder and the truth |
Life is Moments of Happiness by Jonathan LaBrie.
Chapter 1: The Thunder and The Truth
The bed sheets stir and expose a sunburned arm. There is a clap of thunder outside. The body lying still stirs onc...
Posted by vintage labrie on Thu, 24 Aug 2006 02:16:00 PST |
the hooker of time |
Time is a whore and I've spent my last dime on her. It lasted only as long as I can hold my breath. The hours before I never knew, the hours after stretch on and on. A soul is a fragment of all that r...
Posted by vintage labrie on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 06:36:00 PST |
a clay tower and brick walls |
We can now climb down the emotional mountains of sexuality and be less a beast and more a monster for we all breathe the same oxygen and taste the same grotesque bread. We dine in the misery of knowle...
Posted by vintage labrie on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 12:58:00 PST |
give her |
...and she knows she'll never reach it. Yet she keeps trying, though she does not really wish to climb such heights. Now if only her mother had kissed her and told her she was on her way to ...
Posted by vintage labrie on Wed, 24 May 2006 04:07:00 PST |
if only i were paul |
I saw the red sea part in the wooden floorboards of a rusted church. I wanted to be Moses, and I wanted you to be God just like you were with Noah.
Then I saw the Devil alive hidden between the red a...
Posted by vintage labrie on Wed, 03 May 2006 11:56:00 PST |
