when i first met you |
when i first met you...(find yourself!)UNE i was very watchful of what i said. i wanted very much to be friends with you but you seemed so indulged in your own social life that i just would never fit ...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 2009 22:22:00 GMT |
resolutionssssssssss! |
1. love and kiss more2. make more art, more often 3. learn to say yes when i want to say yes4. get. a. ukulele. and an accordion!5. do something important6. make more people smile, ...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 2009 04:19:00 GMT |
not a poem quite yet |
When the sunshineThe sunshine hits her hairHer hair glowsGlows like the eyesThe eyes of deersDeers in headlightsHeadlights -- caughtCaught in fearFear of mortalityMortality, she saidShe said it goesIt...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 02:02:00 GMT |
still not a poem |
You are the bread and the knife,You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine. You are the dew on the morning grass and the burning wheel of the sun. You are the white apron of the ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 23:34:00 GMT |
This is not writing. |
I'm stirred from my slumber, there's a knock at the door. Is this your fault? I glare at the phone: nothing's new. I'm on my tip-toes, reaching for the peephole. I'm a mole too short, as I'm becoming ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 06:46:00 GMT |
This is not a poem. |
And when there's no hope leftThe lightning screams in our directionAnd your face turns this magnificent purple;It is the most beautiful purple I have ever seen.And when there is no happiness leftThe r...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 05:05:00 GMT |
