Jonathan's Lullaby... |
I prepare for the worst and she still hasn't given birth.I sit at the edge of your bed knowing tomorrow could be the day.The weekend approaches and I know I wont hear from you.Your name would luminous...
Posted by Marco on Tue, 15 May 2007 05:11:00 PST |
Heartbeat Aftermath... |
If I rhyme what could be the last fragment of my soul, would it make you happy?Do my cryptic words form some type of hope for you?Is that what you search for, as if I were a Bible in the bottom of a h...
Posted by Marco on Sat, 12 May 2007 01:18:00 PST |
Sunset On Deadweight... |
Their is spacing between this measurement.A length that stretches out our bodies.Its an embrace that hurts letting go.The unexpected that turned against us.A gentle brush against the cheeks.A handshak...
Posted by Marco on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 12:49:00 PST |
Keep It Loose... |
This is all I see.The ground underneath me trembles in fear with every step I take.How to I let it all fall without consequences?I guess the departed is more painful then rusted silver moonlight.The k...
Posted by Marco on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 08:35:00 PST |
Act Silent Clues... |
I had to let the words sink in before my body went numb.My jaw hovered in which could've been an awe.I stared blankly at the screen and read the words carelessly.My arms broke-out in hives of shiver a...
Posted by Marco on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 04:35:00 PST |
Stripped Oaken Promises... |
The wait.The cold dessert snow.A way to see pass the wrinkles on the ground.Disappointment for no reason.Maybe what you said is right.Maybe what I responded with wasn't what you wanted to hear.It stic...
Posted by Marco on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 04:37:00 PST |
Chance Of Flurry's... |
When it snows it clouds up my mind.Its a rush of calmness that runs on my breath.When the wind picks up it clears up my heart.Its a sudden stop in the cold that brings me warmth.When the day is about ...
Posted by Marco on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 06:18:00 PST |
Paperweight And Hockey Sticks... |
A pair of skates is what guided you through the ice.Long cold Canadian winters took a toll on your body.The fire that ran through your body when that puck glided through the ice was the passion that k...
Posted by Marco on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 01:10:00 PST |
Walking On 7th Avenue... |
Ever wonder if shadows fall on every town like a deja vu?Your ever step backtracked by someone else.You both walk down the street with your head laid low.You both breath and pace yourselves at the sam...
Posted by Marco on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 01:30:00 PST |
Ode To The Captian... |
The long days and letters seem to fill your head with distant memories.A rock and a hard place to fall at the end of the night leaves you loving until it hurts.Fake birthdays brushes you off to new ev...
Posted by Marco on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 01:38:00 PST |
