...old [rather odd] poetry... |
My surrealist piece....EX[eye]ST&ANCE>The sound of the wind as it brushes my skinThe colour of the sky as the clocks fly byThat taste of the stars as they melt onto canvasThe sight of sound, as voices... Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 12:00:00 GMT |
A semi-explanation of me...[cliques] |
[fuck 'isms'] / BRAINWASHING / tolerance: acceptance / Project: Silence / Rules SUCK! / I am an artistic spirit / ::dreamer:: / I'm a book, music and vocal nerd! / Proud to be Strange! / I've been her... Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 11:53:00 GMT |
Foolish |
I want someone to love me,I want to feel what it's like to be loved,so why did I let myself thinkthat you would be that one?I want to be swept off my feet and find another romantic,yet instead I found... Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 14:52:00 GMT |
The View |
If only for a little whileI want to be with you.If only for a momentCould you please be with me too?It's not forever, it isn't love,But can we still hold on to it?It isn't long, it may not look like m... Posted by on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 20:19:00 GMT |
Two songs...two parts of my life... |
This song describes me pretty aptly, with the minor exception to the fact that I'm not a man ... but otherwise I'd say it's how I feel a lot. I wonder who else feels this way? Once again, Eddie Vedder... Posted by on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 21:19:00 GMT |
Strange Days |
Many strange things happen, but so rarely do people really think about it. So many strange thoughts occur, yet rarely do people ever wonder why. I wonder if the strangest things happen, to remind of u... Posted by on Thu, 26 May 2005 12:16:00 GMT |
Crinkle... |
Crinkle really is a strange word. I mean, really! Say it out loud! Are you smiling? Because you should be. Every time I hear it, I laugh. It's such an awesomely strange word. Hee hee, crinkle. Hee hee... Posted by on Sat, 04 Sep 2004 15:16:00 GMT |
I suck at making suitable subject lines... |
Got back from my trip some hours ago. It was awesome, and I had a lot of fun. People were awesome and I felt really happy and safe and that I was among friends -- not trying to fit myself in somewhere... Posted by on Thu, 12 Aug 2004 02:53:00 GMT |
...I dunno what I'd call it. |
Oblivion>
The stars melt onto the canvas
A liquid light brimming over the edge of the page
The burning light slipping into me
My eyes begin to water, my sense on fire
I can't breathe for I myse... Posted by on Fri, 30 Jul 2004 10:30:00 GMT |
Hmmm, I wonder... |
It's late...I've got no one left to talk to...but I'm so not tired. I think I was made to work during the night...I'm so hopelessly nocturnal.... And my mind is too. It just goes off at night, things ... Posted by on Sun, 18 Jul 2004 23:35:00 GMT |