... With Me |
Soar... with me to the highest highFrom the bottom of you soul to the top of your mind.Breathe... with me as if we were onetill all that we have said is finally done.Dream... with me as if it were rea...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jun 2009 14:53:00 GMT |
My only Chance |
Still tormented by past behaviorsA creature of habit waiting to deliverSubmission to the inevitable denialWanting to grieve within the errors of my trialsStuck within my own thoughts of lustStriving t...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jun 2009 14:49:00 GMT |
Eight Is Enough |
* Never ending apathy always leads to a slow eroding sympathy* A martyr can change a thought, or destroy a belief, but can never heal it's own* Pain is revered as loss. Change can not be made without ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:51:00 GMT |
The Irony of, This Life |
How ironic it is, this challenge they call itHow appealing it was, to see the struggle of othersthey called it.How frustrating it is, dealing with apathy of the beloved.How frustrating it is.How ironi...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:38:00 GMT |
Lose To Win |
The pain, the pain, the pain of defeat.All alone with no one to hold.In sports, in life, just nowhere to go.Redeem, redeem, come to life,For you must show the joy of winning, winning at life.
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:27:00 GMT |
Empty Booths in a Crowded Coffee House |
Traveling, wandering, The poet speaks of fear.Why won't you listen to me?The poet listens to fear, You must speak to me! For to the poet, fear is the answer, Fear is the rhyme.Empty booths.Obscurity, ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:19:00 GMT |
Hindsight |
I've never seen a sunrise over Tokyoand I've never walked through a field of daisies.I've never swam in an enchanted sea, and I've never stood alone upon a mountain. I've never stopped to smell the ro...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:13:00 GMT |
My Lilly |
The other day while I was fishing, I stood there on the bank, thinking and wishing,Noticing the little things that were around me.Taking in nature, wait, what did I see?I noticed the beauty of a simpl...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:58:00 GMT |
Guppy Junk |
Mother daisies, all the lazies, Acting crazy, giving just for showIn the streets, at junkies feetAll causes will treat who they knowPins and skins, just let me inWhere no one grins, A place called hom...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:48:00 GMT |
Numb |
I have nothingNo, nothing to giveCause I'm deadI can't rememberNo, Nothing at allin my headSo close to meIs the creep insideIt hollows me, till the morning lightIt holds and mamesStill the creep remai...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:39:00 GMT |
