About the Author |
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I trace my soul through my own poetry on
this page but other than that, most people that are my friends here dont
really know me. So if ever you were
interested in knowing a l...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Oct 2009 02:59:00 GMT |
My Taste of Ink |
My Taste of Ink............The sky at my feet,I overhear mountains debateWhether I shouldCarve my eyes outOr grow a mustache.Instead, Ill hang myHead on a clotheslineAnd gain some weightPracticing an...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Sep 2009 08:00:00 GMT |
Harmless |
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I was once lost in space.
With such room to move,
But none to grow in.
So I drank my breath
From the moment,
And exhaled thoughts
Till my lungs exploded.
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Posted by on Wed, 26 Aug 2009 14:58:00 GMT |
Speak No More She Said. |
Words circulate these veins.I bleed from the mouthWith each cut to my senses.My hand breathes the airthat turns our touch to red.Speak no more she said.The translation burns withEvery beat of my heart...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 22:04:00 GMT |
Happy Birthday |
I feel its trite to die again,though my heart exhales to breathe you in,and time is but another trendas my life defines the meaningless.I watched her the waycolors sing for the deaf.Now I see how it b...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 11:05:00 GMT |
So close. |
I no longer want to think of better ways to say"I love you" or "I miss you."I instead wish to be able to say those very wordsand have you believe in me,or at least in the fact that somewhere inside me...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 15:38:00 GMT |
As Those Days Approach |
Can't Sleep But I Still DreamI can't love you.I don't love you.I hate loving you.Me loving you, means you hating me.You hating me, means me hating me.Me hating me, is the only love I know.I want you t...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 07:25:00 GMT |
Death Cab for Cutie - A Lack of Color |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jduFDgIr598
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 01:20:00 GMT |
For Yancey |
Cody Yancey is leaving for Colorado tomorrow so I wrote something for him:Ode to YanceyTime slips like a drop of rain, can I sustain it where it falls?The clouds are sailing, the world is at my ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 22:14:00 GMT |
Dug this out of a hole in my soul |
(Just When You Think a Clouds Gone It Comes Back Again)Nothing goes her way; she bought a ticket but still remains at the station. I want to pick her up but she isn't 52 cards or a pixie stix or a hoo...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 02:35:00 GMT |
