To Live |
I lived each day as if it were my firstIve given up on my last(please let it be my last)Ive given up on the nostalgia tinted window i used to pray to(Such a pretty chatreuse)to live each day and forge...
Posted by Prodigy on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 10:22:00 PST |
be my last. |
i was thinking.about it.and i rememberd everything.i lived it. i breathed it. it controled me.even though its been so long. it comes and it fades.i lived. i forgot, each day.the things that i did, the...
Posted by Prodigy on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 04:03:00 PST |
Morning |
The child i loved long ago was to become a fragment of my memory I remember not too long ago, we were gazing into forever, defining the darkness and the colors all around us. Your hold felt like sunli...
Posted by Prodigy on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 11:25:00 PST |
My Requiem For You |
My Requiem For YouThe sunlight felt so listless on my faceas you caressed me in your arms.We sat there in a staring gazeas we counted all the stars.Eternity lasted forever and forever ended too soon.N...
Posted by Prodigy on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 12:33:00 PST |
Kremlin Solstice |
Mother? Why do I stare out the window? A piece of life unfinished- spritually I drew out how perfect...how perfect it would be. All I saw was nostalgia tinted on the window. Such a pretty chatreuse. B...
Posted by Prodigy on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 09:36:00 PST |
I woke up a too soon |
I had a dream. i guess it made me happy but then i woke up too soon.. I was walking into safeway and i met this asian guy who was really poor and i asked if he'd like to take a walk. we walked into a ...
Posted by Prodigy on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 09:40:00 PST |
michelles! |
HELLA MODEDme and emmy are sexy bitchesumm.....
Posted by Prodigy on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 02:00:00 PST |
Signature |
SignatureJune 10 2005 I tend to get lost in a six am dream... ill smell the frigid air and the coffee steam....I dont where to go.. im stuck here in the traffic jam of another road and air guitaring o...
Posted by Prodigy on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Bilingual |
Bilingual Febuary 25 05
Walking the road alone, the dirt crimsons my feet. The origin of my story. You can leave the Winnipeg snowflakes on the Tahitian sand, while leisurely swinging on a hammock ke...
Posted by Prodigy on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
ONE OF MANY OTHERS |
One of Many Others FEB1705
Ran out of things to say, its so embarrassing. It rewinds,stops,instant replay. I need a map to find my love, A compas...
Posted by Prodigy on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
