Over The School Year... |
all of these things were scribbled down in the back of my notebooks. So before I toss them, I thought I'd record.Enjoy?[1]Blink.That instant of cutting off the world In that small fraction of a second...
Posted by on Thu, 28 May 2009 18:48:00 GMT |
&& a gem has no value when nobody realizes its worth |
And I'm tired--Running a race I surly cannot win.Continiuosly in seccond place::I am stuck..second.place.is.just.the.first.loser.
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 18:37:00 GMT |
On With the Show |
Mike-Check -- One, two,What's it going to take to be with you?Light Green -- Good to go,Somethings not right but babe on with the showAnd I'm missing your style- your face and ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 09:21:00 GMT |
&& She didnt much care anymore |
The wind gently whipped around, raising small bumps up and down her arms.I remember the first day of spring. She wrote in her letter. I remember the warmth. I remember the half-hearted smiles. The gli...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 09:38:00 GMT |
babblebabblebabble. |
I've confessed these things to no one,but still I swear they're true.I wish not to utter the words-But can I share my burden with you? My mind is fuzzy-- the colors are blurred,I'd go my own path, but...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 21:11:00 GMT |
Head In A Fish Tank |
I find myself gasping for air.The atmosphere here is suffocating me.It's thickanddenseand almost chewy.I can feel the braincells I posses screaming.Yelling,,Rioting,,Thrashing.And losing.They're being...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 22:15:00 GMT |
The beloved Jim Belt |
I've been so thirsty lately,I just crave that cool crisp taste.It runs down my throat,,and then the oddest sensation...It runs down my cheeks.It's the cool crisp water I ran through from your sprinkle...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 09:59:00 GMT |
Who the hell knows =] |
Not even the slightest idea when I wrote these--Must have been quite some time agobut I just found them in a stack of papers,,=] Enjoy?[1]I Hate To DreamBecause more times than not-- they dont come tr...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 21:31:00 GMT |
Fishing for the moon |
"You are like the moon," she said."You're only there every so often, but I know you always will be. Sometimes you're only partially there, and sometimes you're there completely. And sometimes I cannot...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 18:05:00 GMT |
And as for what I say- It’s my choice,, Not Yours. |
Yes my dear,, you can try to restrain. Attempt to contain,, Confine your small brain,,But at the end of this day- I'll go my own way...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 19:36:00 GMT |
