does anyone else... |
alright, so i'm 24 years old, married, and raising a son - but that doesn't mean i can't still enjoy airbands. i knew i wanted to participate in airbands back in 1998 when i went for a ride with Sha...
Posted by .:oceansideBIANCA:. on Fri, 17 Feb 2006 09:33:00 PST |
we're just... |
ordinary people. ain't that the truth?
in a most unexpected moment in time i recently encountered unsettling news regarding a life i left behind years ago. but i feel that i'm advancing before th...
Posted by .:oceansideBIANCA:. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
ellen degeners is an intriguing... |
person. it may be a general adjective to use in describing a person, but i think "intriguing" fits just fine. in the short period of time that we encountered her at her talk show, i noticed two thin...
Posted by .:oceansideBIANCA:. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
i funod tihs on Cirhs Hyarwad's pforlie! |
I cdnuoit biveiee taht i cioud auiacity uesdnatnrd waht i wa rdgnieg. The phaonmneal pweor of rhe hmuan mind. Aoccdmig to a rscheearch at Cmabridge Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the lttee...
Posted by .:oceansideBIANCA:. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
can i touch your soul (poem) |
so i just want to be that song
playing for you to hear
a song whose only home is in your ear
let me sip some coffee while i converse with your mind
we would talk in insturments
as you list...
Posted by .:oceansideBIANCA:. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
i came home wearing a suit and tie... |
i came home today wearing a suit and tie...
and the first thing i do, instead of changing out of this horrible outfit of corporate slavery, i jump on myspace - another bit of technology that i con...
Posted by .:oceansideBIANCA:. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
answered prayer (poem) |
patient wind,
take me from this hurtful morn'
the firefly danced above the hungry moon
today will be just as long
like Autumn leaf,
i fall
i leave
and then,
you crept to heat my ...
Posted by .:oceansideBIANCA:. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
hidden rivers (poem) |
i have found the hidden rivers
they release the leaks of endless streams
lash the rocks
hardening the cheeks of the bank
and falling to the corners
of the mouth
of the ocean
i wake the...
Posted by .:oceansideBIANCA:. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
this poetry (poem) |
this poetry
this poetry is becoming
difficult
to
write
between the lines are traces of
bleeding ink,
yet i never write my poetry
with pens
change is too much of a possibility
...
Posted by .:oceansideBIANCA:. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
