KLAGE |
Everything is farand long gone by.I think that the starglittering above mehas been dead for a million years.I think there were tearsin the car I head passand something terrible was said.A clock has st...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 23:17:00 GMT |
Needs |
I need a book, movie, or song that's so beautiful it hurts for years.
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 09:21:00 GMT |
Mamihlapinatapei... |
Yagan for: "a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start."
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 02:50:00 GMT |
nineteen |
feels like waiting.
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 20:12:00 GMT |
wants |
I want to cut my hair like Patrick Wolf, and dye it red with henna.
I want to buzz it all off when the roots come too far through.
I want to dress like an orphan from Annie on the weekdays.
And wear n...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 17:39:00 GMT |
hole sweet hole |
Alice fell into Wonderland, but I found my rabbit hole and started digging. I found solace in the darkness, in the mud under my fingernails, in the sweet smell of earth. Outside, the wind whips my fle...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 20:33:00 GMT |
sylvia’s innocent |
Everything's out of focus, so my eyes cross if I stand still. And of course I'm standing still: completely stagnant.
"Perhaps a change of scenery would help?"
I'll go to Paris and blink my crosse...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 23:18:00 GMT |
Brand New Colony |
Let's form our own Lost Generation. We'll fall through the cracks and survive on warm embraces; satisfying our hunger with endless conversation. The weak may inherit the earth, but the misplaced make ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 21:26:00 GMT |
torn |
resentment strikes(hard),and I gasp and grasp, desperately clawing for my lost foundationslike a scared child clutches at his mother's dress.I've been through this.I'm over it.I'm okay.so pay no ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 22:46:00 GMT |
no contest, no outlet: bad poetry (oh noetry!) |
my own personal zombie experiences through adolescence, thank you throwin expired sodapop cans thru front windows in the night, rollin down streets and speedin down roads. under tires, at road signs, ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 11:29:00 GMT |
