icarus |
wheels utterly uselessa bird without flightmind entrenched like roots take holdno longer icarus flies
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 07:38:00 GMT |
Pieces I found laying around |
I'll drown in your laketo have it all againgive what you takeback where I beganpick up my piecesafter the fall
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trees carry picturessinging like whispersgiving hand...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 07:38:00 GMT |
scratching at the sky |
staircases windout of timefollowing my heartbeatthis moment ill keepdust settles in unusual spaceshands seem to find their placeswords like a tightropebalanced but a bit misanthropecant look the other...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 07:33:00 GMT |
roads |
she sings quietlypassing the timelike train tracks she weepsthe road that guides us binds usshe falls like duskwearing her tears in her hairto remind her of those yesterdaysthrough these stones that t...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 07:31:00 GMT |
senselessness |
feelings out of seasonignited by the reasonthat drops me to my knees andreminds me of our treasonsmuch more than only fleetinglike this sickness that needs treatingcause this world it is still bleedin...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 10:45:00 GMT |
something old I found laying around |
the sun smiled on me todaywhispered in my earchased away my fearif but only for a momenta glance or just a chancebelieving is seeingthat the glass is half fulland even the wisest of foolsknows that th...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 10:20:00 GMT |
My first childrens story. |
So Im driving to work and this HUGE dinosaur (like the ones from Jurassic park), jumps on the hood of my car. Its all hissing and growling and snapping his teeth at me. So I said "Hey do you like Aero...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 08:13:00 GMT |
ive got a batman bandaid on my finger |
i woke up this morning tied to a rail road car
people tried to exercise their rights of speech
while they cared for only themselves
i fell asleep in a puddle at your feet
not sad but concerned
for all...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 06:52:00 GMT |
too many too few |
too much time left listing out all the complaintstoo little time spentfixing the hole in the skytoo many wordswasted in magazinestoo little saidthat makes hearts fluttertoo many peoplerushing to where...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Nov 2005 09:08:00 GMT |
