Dare I say, Love Actually Does Exist? |
In a world when love is just a word, and our feelings; just a so called chemical induced illusion, let the voice of our souls whisper beneath illusive proofs to subconsciously mind us that love is onl... Posted by on Sun, 27 Dec 2009 11:12:00 GMT |
The Pursuit of Happiness |
I can hear the echoes of our fathers and mothers, all passed to their children the puzzles and problems that some have either solved, or passed entirely. It is everyone's lesson old and young, the sa... Posted by on Thu, 09 Jul 2009 16:15:00 GMT |
And Rise to the Life We Choose |
I lay flat with my eyes to the ceiling. The music in my ears pumps into me and gives grace to thought and idea. I feel the rage, the joy, and the curiosity that surges through me and the world lies ah... Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 18:55:00 GMT |
In What Change Do We See? |
The bodies in the streets heave not only a great stench of malice and refutable anger we hold inside, but also the self destructive reasoning that, if I cant be given this, I will take it. My eyes... Posted by on Fri, 12 Jun 2009 11:57:00 GMT |
Captive Life |
Flesh on fingers break as my untamed curiosity lay hold on my touch to explore the surface of these walls around me. Damp, dark, and cracked from times unforgiving presence, they have a posture that... Posted by on Mon, 08 Jun 2009 14:57:00 GMT |
Question... |
My eyes bare warmth to skies above to reveal a new kind of elating gesture. At this, shown prone to death, and thus a sigh, to what exhales express the ease of all forms to the gesture. Not a difficul... Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 10:32:00 GMT |
Loss to Gain |
The falling feeling passes through her hair, all things have stopped, except her, yet she falls too fast to see them. As she looks out to all things passing, she attempts to reach and grab just a pie... Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 23:32:00 GMT |
A Question of Fate |
The night& She cries to me with a voice so soft; the fluttering of a butterflys wings could drown their whispers. I gesture a finger to my lips to request silence from all things, save her, but suc... Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 00:36:00 GMT |
Abrupt Reprise... |
I look around a room filled with black tiles and yellow stained walls. There's nothing but a window with pins of light shining through the chipped paint on the pains of glass. The sun peppers the dus... Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 07:32:00 GMT |
Share and share alike |
The sky will roll about it's own, through old and new winds we breathe. The sounds will rise through the air, and whisk away worry from our hearts, to tell us that it's okay. We will find a day the s... Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 15:27:00 GMT |