the angels and me |
the other night i was talking to the angelsand they said, "Girl,don't you be afraid of The Man...."and they taught me how to wrestlelike nobody can-how to fly to the moon like the flash of a camera-ho...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 05:18:00 GMT |
surfer afraid of waves |
i am a surfer afraid of wavesterrified of their heavinesstheir possible veil of deathbut i've found myself surfinggliding, sailing,between four walls of waveand i'm afraidto say it's nameto name it's ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 01:07:00 GMT |
merge with care |
i'm spongecake, you're strawberry jam.and like a baby and the breast,i wanna merge with the best.we could do it together-you be the sun,i'm the magnifying glass.together we'll make the laser beam-pure...
Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 01:09:00 GMT |
holding onto the gingerbread man |
i searched all over last night,tore my own shit up,looking for that snap shot,that 20 yr old snap shot,of me and you.i looked beautiful,screaming, scared for my life,shackled at the ankles.you, an ink...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 16:14:00 GMT |
dark side |
i ran over a grapefruit with my carit was satisfyingpopi drop-kicked an apple core at your houseit was satisfyinghuhi daydreamed i slapped you, hardit was satisfyingouchi called you up and screamed wh...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 21:37:00 GMT |
echo and narcissus, green fish eyes |
*echo and narcissus*i am both and you are neither.a tree spirita mortal womana kittena witch.i am neither, you are both.a real poet,an artist,a boyfriend,a ghost.now i lay here waiting,half undressed,...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 14:12:00 GMT |
die, die, tantric-style |
i want youto lock me in the basementwith the scariest thoughts.turn off the lights.i want youto tell me scary stories,and not give in,when i tell you to give in.i want you to bury me alive, cover my e...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 14:46:00 GMT |
technology makes us closer |
i flew across the continenti already miss my guitari see the sun above the cloudsdidn’t have to go too farsix thousand miles is not anythingto hear you softly singten states away is not anything...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 21:32:00 GMT |
the magic 8 ball |
they cleared the drivewayby making snow angels all the way upand back down again.i saw them on the way to your house.they made me smilewhile i was shaking the magic 8 ball.and even thoughthe magic 8 b...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 16:25:00 GMT |
wounded healers |
"An INFP's feelings form the foundations of the individual. They are sacred and binding, in the sense that their emergence requires no further justification. An INFP's feelings are often guarded, kept...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 21:19:00 GMT |
