old poetry. |
(JUNE 26TH, 2006)true matters of the mind. these summer days are starting to turn into a haze, i certainly dont think ive been soaking up enough rays and as i lose my grip on time and write this silly...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 17:32:00 GMT |
real old words. title: pens always fail. |
prolog: this is real old. phase one:birds.numbers.just grey and no color but i see it anyway bleeding through the paper and oh well the sun and games.phase two:tonight is just another day the sun rise...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 20:46:00 GMT |
one way road. |
I wanna get high, but I never could take the pain'Cos it would blow away my soul like a hurricaneLike a one man band clapping in the pouring rainIf I know where I'm going, I don't know from where I ca...
Posted by on Wed, 30 May 2007 14:12:00 GMT |
