meow |
You ever get the feeling that turning upjazzy electronic music is better than overhearing bad conversations filled with dramatic narratives of man-abandoned animals we call pets? You'd rather hear ele...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 22:37:00 GMT |
Writing Template Part 1 |
As you shall see, the universe is no morethan a collection of explosions;wrapping up time with distance in orderto understand each of our decisions. The sun itself with orbits within orbitswithin mole...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 19:24:00 GMT |
The way we feel when peeling apart each other's hearts |
Upside down I lunge into this dreamBent backwards through all the badadvice. And I cough upon my droolsoaked upon my fervid pillow.The dawn doesn't whisper anythingexcept the chorus of terrible, painf...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 00:23:00 GMT |
Future’s untold |
What view of today do I have thatYesterday I couldn't have answered? And what had happened in betweento let me know where I have come?Dawn erupts over the hills ofDrifting continents, but perhapswe ca...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Nov 2008 09:01:00 GMT |
Hanging upside down |
We were standing out on the back of the balcony, reminiscing the frozen wastelands and falling upon city ice. We were measuring our scars through the mirrors in our eyes,groaning about our present ach...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Nov 2008 05:30:00 GMT |
Experimental musing |
I remember once when I knew what happiness might have been, before the vision of humanity breaking starting sinking in my mind,waking me up while I couldn't quite sleep with the lights on dimly,my moo...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 06:09:00 GMT |
Inspired from a crush |
The single gear bikebrought up the hill by foot,and then all anticipationlet out upon the seatand the feel of handlebarstrembling, begging to losecontrol.And of this memoryis my only way to describeho...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 20:55:00 GMT |
Break out that jackhammer |
We'll need it to break into the conveniently concrete prison we've locked our minds in. Let's take all presuppositions and blow them out the window with this one, and make the entire world believe tha...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 23:21:00 GMT |
From my latest project |
Slender knees and scuffed up sneakers, every girl arrivesat the laundrymat withfire on their tender backs.Hair is blond, hair is redJeans are ripped, but nevertoo old. The machines are filledDrizzling...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 10:58:00 GMT |
Boulder Poem |
Busboy bartender &nb sp; and Boulder boundI spazzed out a rhythmRemembering songs & nbsp;&...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 22:59:00 GMT |
