scene 15, line 42-55 |
as if sticks and stones werent bad enoughadding insult to injury with a flick of the wristyou had me wraped around your finger when i decided to bite downwe were just bad kids with good intentionswe t...
Posted by truce- live and let die on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 02:11:00 PST |
oh how the mighty have fallen |
so he sits on a swing under the bridge. such an awkward sight that couldnt be more comphortable. with every smooth swing he takes, his toes lightly skim the skin of the water. barely bothering the res...
Posted by truce- live and let die on Fri, 04 May 2007 03:26:00 PST |
not done |
so theres a man in the living room and hes singing. and theres a man outside next door. and i have to wonder why im not singing.
Posted by truce- live and let die on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 06:54:00 PST |
if i write this will it even change a thing?(written in a time capsule sent back in time) |
and you never answered me. would we ever swing in time again?it was in,utero,out. our childhood. now if only mother earth wasnt drinking during those 6 years of pregnancy. sipping on a handle of our g...
Posted by truce- live and let die on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 12:09:00 PST |
best of friends ( just a sentence in the library of our lives) |
and so one person is not enough for the world. another lesson learned, we were sitting in the middle of great conversation. like many weve had before. we were chain smoking. so were we connected by ti...
Posted by truce- live and let die on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 06:10:00 PST |
hill (dream) |
so it started off in someones house. a party of sorts.a big house. someonesaid something about me not drinking so it was off to the alcoholsection for me. me and a group of maybe 8. running over to an...
Posted by truce- live and let die on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:06:00 PST |
a hymn for my shortcomings (drawing) |
im at a loss for words. did you take them when you broke my heart like a piggy bank? a lifetimes saved breath and argument. and i dont care to check for any other misplacements, but sometimes i still ...
Posted by truce- live and let die on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 11:55:00 PST |
writeres/drawers block... |
and when opportunity knocked we turned the lights down. wispering to eachother of change. i was a hollow voice box. the wind whistled a hopefull tune in my throat. i was humming along to the sound of ...
Posted by truce- live and let die on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 10:39:00 PST |
sighn language (broken fingers) |
was this another revial for the bible, just a dart thown at a map deciding where to find jesus crist? whell it was, another thursday. and just like always mistakes were made, stocked, priced, and sold...
Posted by truce- live and let die on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 06:29:00 PST |
salmanella banter |
i swept the mistakes under the rug. quoting you with every brush stroke. "all youve got inst good enough.you cant fill my glass .you cant hold my candle.even that paper plane is just too much to handl...
Posted by truce- live and let die on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 11:44:00 PST |
