another mid-day |
Sometimes, this girl, she smilesWith her teeth trying desperately To impress, as they bite down not soSoftly on her bottom lip. This never Does happen, her mouth giving in To a little quirk, the stran...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 11:20:00 GMT |
misplacement |
a misplaced poem
You told me once people don't die they just are misplaced.I was young and you were dealing with your own Tragedies. I smiled as you compared your dying brotherTo a set of misplac...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 00:30:00 GMT |
732 days of rain |
dampness
I look up toward the sky and outstretch my hand, slowly unrolling each digit in a somewhat ritualistic manner. I patiently wait a few seconds and it hits. Slowly and methodically, one after...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jan 2006 19:34:00 GMT |
