Kill the Clock |
Tonight...Wear your clothes like theyve never touched your skin Dingy doesnt exist when its wrapped around youMake people wish they could see the world through your eyesJust to see what we've all been...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 01:43:00 GMT |
Jurassic Marshmellow Club |
When i was a child Ide climb to the tops of treesTo get closer to the dinosaurs Ide see in my dreamsPuffy white Tyranosaurs And marshmellowy StegasaursThey all looked so comfortably deliciousIde dream...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 22:28:00 GMT |
Wut the Eff? |
Before the evidence of my sudden madness melts away Ide like to report that today, Friday, March 20th at 7:10 am i got up to go to the bathroom. Only to find that its snowing outside. Like....why? Whe...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 04:15:00 GMT |
Oh yeah...she's got a hemi |
My tires glide on highway pavementLike the hand of an eager loverTracing her way down my skinDown my abdomenIm not in a rushIm not taking my timeWe call it foreplayI need to lighten my gripMy knuckles...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 00:53:00 GMT |
Keeping a finger on the past... |
The sleep i sleep is so inconvienent Ive forgotten what days feel like anymoreThey used to feel like nostalgiaLong summers spent in backyardsAnd the cool comfort of an air conditioned roomSurrounded b...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 02:52:00 GMT |
Duldrums |
Its been a while since i posted a new poem. It seems whenever i feel i have a lot of loose ideas running around my brain i have to sit down and put them into something. Lately (or for the past 6 month...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 05:14:00 GMT |
Something short and extremly sweet... |
I press my finger against my lipsBlowing softly around it I beckon you to hushLets not wake the othersAll i want to hear is our heartsRacing for the goalRacing to beat eachother to the chaseReplace my...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 01:39:00 GMT |
Summer Serenity (this ones for the ladies) |
Tiny explosions making marks of love over the quiet still lake. The stars making their own light show above us backing up the soft glow of the moon. Our hands meeting like lovers for the first time as...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 04:19:00 GMT |
Flowering Forth |
If in our sleep we became televisions and the only thing we could broadcast was our dreams, my screen would be stuck on that rainbow bar beeping public service thing. I cant remember the last time i d...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 04:44:00 GMT |
doodad |
Suicidal lemmings keep leaping their faith off of the roof outside my window. I can hear them swallowing their pride before chasing it with the earth. The things they say are insane. The wo...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 02:01:00 GMT |
