don’t forget to vote |
i read resignation,(on the faces of complete strangers(a few may try to cover it(with make-up or a smile,(but most wear it quite comfortably.(as plain as the color of their eyes...(as definite as the ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 02:19:00 GMT |
No Empty Space |
i am nothing but blood and bone and n o e m pt y s p a c e i am no more than a memory,exactly as clear as you bother to remember i am but a glimpse-a moment lost in passing,the fainte...
Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 12:58:00 GMT |
something quiet, but not right at all |
you are a cloudy sunny dayyou are the ocean laughing at the rainyou are calm inside the stormyou are a lonely fence on a deserted plainyou are fog on all of the windowsyou are the ghost i never seeyou...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 00:35:00 GMT |
reflex react reaction |
Fight off the reflexA scripted reactionInsert emotionForce the attractionCut off the appendageThat causes the problemPut on the make-upPut on a maskCut out the eyeThat cant see the truthSharpen the bl...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 01:12:00 GMT |
filling the cracks with gold |
Some times I wonder why I am doing what I am doing. I feel that I could be doing so much more, or something different than I am. Something that could have a more tangible effect on my immediate worl...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 02:45:00 GMT |
porcelain |
another new old one.tall empty archeson a pale white planeyour skin stretchedover your porcelain framei have never seen you looking so...i felt the waxi'll watch the waneit must be so easyyou saw you ...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 16:01:00 GMT |
sun up sun down |
i had to digggg to find this one! over a year old already, but it feels like i wrote it yesterday. since i have this new page, i am going to slowly add in some of my old favorites...sun upsun downso...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 18:46:00 GMT |
this is for the car and the trip |
sometimes i thank a god that i don't believe in for everything i've gota little hypocritical, i know, but i am sometimes sure that i am wrongi don't expect to be the first, i guess i hoped to be the l...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 17:22:00 GMT |
we could be sound |
i have my dreamsi dream of empathyof another empty vessel"you are the soil, i am the seed"and when we fill each other upit spills over to the groundwe could be loverswe could be soundwe could be nothi...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 04:11:00 GMT |
