... |
You really haven't changed
It's still all about you and your fun
The claim that you now
will be honest with everyone
declaring that you repent from your tumultuous past-
It's simply front for...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 16:16:00 GMT |
My Name is MUD, and I Beat Up Defenseless Little Ladies in Wheelchairs: |
So&I was at the dog park on Sunday, enjoying the weekend and time with my dogs, Sissie and Sarah. As is often the case, I forgot to bring my own tennis balls for the girls (bad mom, bad mom), s...
Posted by on Tue, 27 May 2008 10:51:00 GMT |
I am sorry |
I was immature, weak
took the 'easy' way out
left you there, waiting, alone
You, who came to me with arms wide
Open heart on your sleeve-I took a nail
to that sleeve, tore it nice and slow
...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 11:06:00 GMT |
Sometimes I think about you... |
I wonder if where you are is a place full of music, dancing and laughter
Where the limits are pushed every second of the day
And there's never a price to pay-
Or, did your idea of hea...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 13:50:00 GMT |
A Lovely Flight... |
fyi: i just got back from a great business trip to san francisco. i'd never before been, and had a wonderful time exploring the city and seeing how predominant my school/employer (the acad...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 15:53:00 GMT |
Distance |
Elbow to elbow
their backs are turned
each accutely aware of the distance
Used to be
there was no space
close-it was never close enough
They both wonder
what now to do
but they don'...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 15:57:00 GMT |
Written on the bus the other day... |
Light warms my face through the windowthen makes me look awaywhen I do I see her standing there With all she has, her life's treasures crammed into distressed blue, brown and white bags Gri...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 15:01:00 GMT |
