Call Me Foolish |
In keeping you in dreamsI feel you bleeding through againYour verdant gaze is blasphemyBut I'm hungry for the sinFill this aching hollowWith the darkness of your graceLeave me craving shadowFrom the d...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 15:05:00 GMT |
What it takes...sometimes. |
Welcome to the human race,
I dearly hope you find your place
Before it is too late.
They say "This water's warm, so jump right in.",
But if you sink you'll never swim.
Just lay there at the bottom
St...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 03:20:00 GMT |
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This world is far deeper than I had ever imagined.
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 09:08:00 GMT |
The Last Mowing |
Here is my favorite poem at the moment. Let it speak to you.There's a place called Far-away MeadowWe never shall mow in again,Or such is the talk at the farmhouse:The meadow is finished with men.Then ...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 22:16:00 GMT |
No title. |
The orange glow of sunset marks the end of a lovely dayAs water breaks upon the sand to wash my name away.Bringing driftwood kept to confirm the truth,That the day was bliss and needed proof.
Wit...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 06:39:00 GMT |
A dream. |
I saw in a dream, a field full of beds. The sheets were blowing, caught in the wind.
Four post beds, in a field of wheat. With a road down the middle, wheat on each side.
The sheets were white and th...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 00:04:00 GMT |
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. |
Autumn colors and a marble stoneMy name in a graveyardStanding alone.I'll see the years and the seasons changeEyes unblinkingFor times turned strange.Sunrise at my head, sunset at my feetI'll dream th...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 21:13:00 GMT |
Stuff |
I miss my grandfather. I could really use his advice now.
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 23:16:00 GMT |
Oklahoma!! |
I went to Oklahoma this weekend. It was pretty much a great time and it was my first time to go there. We went to all these small towns and admired their downtown areas. We went to junkshops and bough...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 15:44:00 GMT |
Nothing Gold Can Stay |
This is one of my favorite poems, I thought I might share it with you.
Nothing Gold Can StayNature's first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 16:15:00 GMT |
