04-23-08 |
I fill bits and pieces of paper
With lines that sound so good.
I mistook inspiration for love
Because I told myself I could.
I wrote about a lie
To convince myself it was truth.
I threw a penny into ...
Posted by kristie. on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 09:33:00 PST |
04-17-08 |
Walk me around the city.
I yearn to know this taste.
Midnight streetlights and familiar strangers;
The air is full of passion.
Let's insinuate the best of intentions.
And cover the ground with our goo...
Posted by kristie. on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 10:32:00 PST |
04-08-08 |
Call in the middle of the night Beg me to come over Coax me into bed with you. Tamper with my soul. Pull the covers over both of us. Kiss the length of me tenderly. Hold me until dawn Break into my te...
Posted by kristie. on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 08:29:00 PST |
Nick Swardson - Cavemen |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74WwXUQjnDo
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Posted by kristie. on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 09:14:00 PST |
02-06-08 |
Pants unbuttoned and slipping off my hips
There were days when martini glasses made time pass
I will let you walk with me
The day is hotter than the last
Nothing is certain
Never will I love you thoug...
Posted by kristie. on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 05:24:00 PST |
Title-less (Titleist) |
I lost desire to love in the shower
Down the drain, accompanying my day's dirt
Standing, dripping wet on the tile floor
I'll mix in charm with my scented lotion
To rub it over my tiny body
Grey underw...
Posted by kristie. on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 08:13:00 PST |
01-07-08 |
Perfect imperfection
Legs wound together in a knot
Four feet hanging over the edge
Bodies exhausted with easy love
It may have made more sense to keep this platonic
Resisting your lips is too difficul...
Posted by kristie. on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 08:01:00 PST |
01-05-08 |
To the hearts that lay on my floor:
The warning was delivered before
You entered my lips.
I lost a sense of decency
After finding my own love shattered on the tile.
The lingering scent of sex once br...
Posted by kristie. on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 03:44:00 PST |
True |
If you'...
Posted by kristie. on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 02:19:00 PST |
Coffee, Consistancy, and a Can of Worms |
Close your eyes, if you would, and imagine a life full of consistancy; everything always the same, never altering or changing. In doing this, I am willing to admit that I feel an odd sense of comfort ...
Posted by kristie. on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 07:40:00 PST |
