like your hand in mine. |
the nape of your neckit's the little things in lifelike your hand in mine...mes. .24.june.09.
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 22:42:00 GMT |
your breath's sweet dew. |
whiskey burns our tongues,smoke curls about our lungs---spring does what it doesand I Love You just becausewhat else could i dobut wear these huesof yellow, green, and bluelike your magic eyesand your...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 12:28:00 GMT |
as the moon looks on. |
my heart breaks,like waves over rocks,into a million shards of glassglittering as so many fruitless,burning stars that you drawinto picturesas the moon looks on.egon. .23.may.2009.
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 12:25:00 GMT |
through the window. |
There is candlelight here.Your soul dances like the flames flickerwith a burning resolve admistthe noiseless chatterYour scent blows inthrough the window.egon. .23.may.2009.
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 12:24:00 GMT |
all that you can do. |
why do we wear shoes when our feet will do?to take them off like a decision, one you must think yourself to do,cry my little baby, if it's all that you can do.egon. .22.may.2009
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 12:17:00 GMT |
especially. |
love is a strange sentimentthat happens when you least expect itand sometimes will make you feel like an idiot.but love's hows and whysare a little concern of mineas long as she is in my life.so the f...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 12:38:00 GMT |
a little of mine. |
these are things you may come to know: an over-turned parking-cone, stopped subway doors as an overcooked man claims an unclaimed nickel off the platf...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 14:08:00 GMT |
Sonnet #8. |
why do i waste my time with words and rhymes,mixing paint, coloring inside the lines,writing myself like it was do or die,taking pictures of the morning skyinstead of dealing with life as it likesto b...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 21:08:00 GMT |
Sonnet #7. |
Waking up from a dream you can't rememberbut sits on your mind like smoke from a pyre,was there meaning to this endeavorthat you'll only realize in awhilewhen it is much too late for its messageto hav...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:11:00 GMT |
kisses in the kitchen. |
cold lips taste like milkfrom the teacup you're drinking,kisses in the kitchen....m.e.s. .20.april.2009...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:10:00 GMT |
