three months |
Somedays i perish in dreams like a yellow leaf
detaching from the branches of summer,
spinning down to the reflected city rivers.
Ripples on a pond of burdens and hurdles
my past has
slowly brou...
Posted by S.E.A.N on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 02:53:00 PST |
please |
give me solace
give me meaning
give me direction
give me feelings
give me a few seconds
maybe two or three
this isn't warning
this is a promise
it's all
downhill
from here....
Posted by S.E.A.N on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 03:28:00 PST |
- |
"Oh God!" she cries.
"There is blood on my new stilettos!"
Her voice filled with estrogen prescriptions.
Plastic surgery urges her to overspend.
Not to mention,
her Jimmy Choo shoes
Or her Vera...
Posted by S.E.A.N on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 06:12:00 PST |
- |
The boy walked outside
looked toward the gray skies,
which broke every bone,
starting with the ribs,
in his body.
After mending, he went to sleep.
It wasn't a dream.
It wasn't a dream....
Posted by S.E.A.N on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 11:27:00 PST |
