Will's song...? |
She don't know she's beautifulNo matter how many peopleTell her soHer eyes make me tryAnd her cries make me pryShe don't mind if I'm not soberShe doesn't like to sleep aloneI guess it'sSomething she d...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 02:45:00 GMT |
Spittle...nothing more |
Down the rabbit hole. A strange way to start a though, but lets run with it anyway. I've never seen a white rabbit, just cheeky brown cotton tailed cousins. I feel deprived. If you knew what was b...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 16:49:00 GMT |
In my life |
In my lifeI have said I love you to people I have never kissed and kissedpeople I'd never say I love you toI have danced like no onewas looking and been afraidto set foot onto a dance floorIn my lifeI...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 01:12:00 GMT |
Yesterday |
I stood outside the other night, smoking as I often do these days. I remember thinking that the trees only speak when it's silent. I could here the crackle of my Djarum above the tree din and wonder...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 16:10:00 GMT |
Weakened Silk Trip |
I would have given everythingJust to see your eyes smile at me one more timeI'd have lifted the EarthWith Atlantian styleIt doesn't mean much nowNow that the smile has left my faceBut if only foreverC...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 21:10:00 GMT |
Ch-ch-ch-changes... |
There is a fine line between being alone and loneliness. For instance, there was a time when this little coffee shop at the end of a strip shared with a tattoo parlor and an Arabic grocery store wa...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 02:03:00 GMT |
That face of terror |
I haven't ranted in a long time and I think it's time I let a few things out. I'm not sure what I'm feeling other than fear. It's like looking into a black hole and watching as you are slowly bein...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jan 2009 00:53:00 GMT |
The mirror lies... |
People will tell you that mirror's lie; the shop mirror that is curved ever so to make you look good in the merchandise or make you l...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 14:36:00 GMT |
Djarum |
One red eye glows to guide the orchestra Bobbing and weaving as lips part Nicotine bar pinched twix tongue and teeth Black stem burning flower of Hollow's flavor And Childhood's scent Fingers of blue...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 14:01:00 GMT |
Come to think of it (Marillion inspired) |
Sad eyes...sitting in a cornerAngel playing pseudo sexy at the barDancing like a dervishCasting moonlit shadows 'crossed the floorYou did't see me in the middle of the stairwellAs you walked up step b...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 02:30:00 GMT |
