What She Does |
Starry eyed, though the sky is greyShe gave her last two bucks awayshe bought the stars with a winning smilethen danced her way through rank and file.She sings with heart, though her voice is goneDoes...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 23:14:00 GMT |
Kitty |
Little, furry, black cat sitting on my front step you trip me up with love. Curling and swirling around my ankles like a miniature ocean tide imperiously, you meow for me to pick you up only to then w...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 21:54:00 GMT |
Kalidescope Shattered |
Black stars on a white sky
tired eyes see the world in reverse,
all the strangeness turned inside out
on display for all to see.
The air turns to acid and burns lungs
exhaling in an attempt to ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 23:53:00 GMT |
Dance |
Cold wind slithers by, pokes between coat and clothing, sends shivers through her body. Half numb fingers fumble with keys, she leans against the door until she finds the right one. Gaining entry she ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 May 2007 22:04:00 GMT |
Sweet dreams |
Of all the dreams that drift through time
how is it that , by some chance,
Yours would stumble into mine?
Quite strange the jumbled pieces
did not a nightmare make,
but instead settled into a
comfort...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 22:16:00 GMT |
Canyon |
You've been here all day. Watched the Sun rise, Pale and distant, to frost the morning dew with gold. You Watched parents stand quietly together Hand in hand at the railing Each with a bundle of fleec...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 19:36:00 GMT |
Misty Mountains |
This morning I sat in my car, dragon smoke breath streaming from chilled lips, and contemplated the rumpled blanket mountains around me. Their rounded shoulder peaks were blanketed with a patchwork sh...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 20:28:00 GMT |
Disclaimer |
OK, so, Lol I decided I'd better amend the poem I posted the other night. I've gotten a couple worried msgs now about it. Just a poem darlings, I had a spooky/weird dream about the ship and crew from ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 21:47:00 GMT |
davey's deep |
A slip and a stumble,
and suddenly I tumble
into the gaping maws of sleep.
Where all of my dreams
are of swift running streams
and of drowning in the deep.
And while I feel my breath breaking
I...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 08:07:00 GMT |
Poet's Pride |
I feel a quiet dark inside
that seems to dodge, and creep, and hide.
It likes to nap near bubbling brooks,
plays hide and seek in hidden nooks.
It is my muse, this timid soul.
It hides in dream...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 15:48:00 GMT |
