young words |
dire artdark inner peacemy art in segmentsdoesn't help me sleep
Posted by b. ellington on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 01:00:00 PST |
pyro |
i wrote it how it felti crumbled on cueput out fires danced on icechanted nothing'sand kept the cobwebs in-this time aroundmy heart is now the fodderyour heartthe lighter-...
Posted by b. ellington on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 12:56:00 PST |
i fold |
i don't have enough tissues for the both of usseriouslyi've been taking nyquilfor months -if you can summon elvisthenwe've got something to talk about -...
Posted by b. ellington on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 01:27:00 PST |
fifi |
I.whatever scarf you never gave me has nothing to dowithyour death or your youthII.funny how bloodhad such little to dowithanything we sharedIII.funny howit's allweknew...
Posted by b. ellington on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 01:24:00 PST |
re; ANDY "WORDSMITH" GOLDSWORTHY |
as stanzas as stanzas goyou're so full of charmmy earssteer fearawayfrom your peerless vermeeras if lightswerepurelya mirrorof this earthly spherei'dteer towardsyou're teeter totterclearness...
Posted by b. ellington on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 01:04:00 PST |
..... |
the pretty songslikecertain ribbons i keephiddenbecomebooks i don't readkeepsme warm at night
Posted by b. ellington on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 01:11:00 PST |
backwordsdreamfearswhendejavubecomesrealbeforehandtellsfrien
ds |
like ice cream and sundaysi pretendedfor oncemy life was butfodder for the firethis time aroundi'd do it with nostalgiaonlythis time aroundit's actuallynew to me...
Posted by b. ellington on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 11:26:00 PST |
something like how rivers make water |
the leavesare as dark as the skyas dark as daythe particles arelike howfiltered sunbeams in onwhatever it wasshone shiny in the light.
Posted by b. ellington on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 10:50:00 PST |
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stan lee friday nightdon't play the game no moresick of the lightsfound a home in soupthings that read themselvesso it goes
Posted by b. ellington on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 02:44:00 PST |
hercules |
I.the violinfor oncespins hercules ashes my directionfor oncesheds like mules take napslike sod had it's own fodderII i have no patience for endingsno stock in good turn aroundsno,my honest effortthes...
Posted by b. ellington on Wed, 28 May 2008 01:33:00 PST |
