En Platica |
I don't consider myself an amazing writer, but I think I can write fairly well. As such, I do occassionally dabble in poetry and prose. I first got the idea for this poem from an IM conversation I had... Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 14:39:00 GMT |
Let's Be Friends |
Let's Be FriendsJust a belly flopped proposalof "let's be friends" you say.anti-septic affection is what you seek,with side-glances at the au naturel.yet your empathic facadescloud my better judgement... Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 16:47:00 GMT |
You gotta get your move on! |
ooo-ooo-ooh...I remember realizing what this song reminded me of!Old school New Edition, from back in the day....Mr. Telephone Man! There's something wrong with my line!hehehe... Posted by on Sat, 18 Oct 2008 03:54:00 GMT |
In Limbo |
something I wrote.In LimboFeigned interest?Sideswept glancesbetray a tender smile.Unto you as you unto me,yet uninhibited notionsthrust apart what is most desired.Mirrored aspirations are gleaned,yet ... Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 21:22:00 GMT |
I feel like |
... I should know more, but I don't.Artistically, poetically, musically, & literature-wise.But do I really have to know everything? Probably not.But I feel as though I can't be "true" or "or... Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 13:46:00 GMT |
Drama is as Drama Does |
My goodness, it's been an interesting weekend. Never thought I'd ever see so much drama packed into such a short time span. Where should I begin? Well on Friday I had two engagements that I was going ... Posted by on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 14:54:00 GMT |
Thoughts on a Solemn Night |
I wrote this on the 19th around 2 or 3 am in the morning after having got back from a friend's... I used to wonder how it is that she could so easily meet people. Now I see it happe... Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 09:40:00 GMT |
Oh, what comforting solitude. |
Oh, what comforting solitude.The varying shades of grey I always feared.It brings a bittersweetness to the mind.For what was once greatly dreadedIs now a hated peace.A disquieting solemness,That simul... Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 12:00:00 GMT |
Much Madness is divinest Sense-- |
Much Madness is divinest Sense--To a discerning Eye--Much Sense--the starkest Madness--'Tis the MajorityIn this, as All, prevail--Assent--and you are sane--Demur--you're straightway dangerous--And han... Posted by on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 21:50:00 GMT |
Impressionless... |
Impressionless I am the future left unseen To those careless, then forgotten. I am the dust behind a frame, And the leaf that is untrodden. I am the footprint left unseen, To eyes made and not begotte... Posted by on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 21:41:00 GMT |