When your good friends shine the brightest |
So it's been a tought one. Those whom know me know what I'm speaking of. And I just wanted to let you all know that I'm honored to see such selflesness in my time of need. You all didn't leave me alon...
Posted by on Wed, 13 May 2009 12:18:00 GMT |
^***God of the birdS***^ |
Taking a walk one observed an old woman. She was frail and humped by the weight of her life.Seemed as if the damn earth was pulling her back to its center. Yet she walked with a certain strength.Possi...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Mar 2009 22:13:00 GMT |
Ain’t done yet |
Okay. Still not satisfied. SO on my way home this night, I caught a piece of moonlit lite.I tried to place it somewhere safe.But sun lit moon became irateHow dare you hide me, it did say.I k...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 04:18:00 GMT |
More for those with time to spare |
Define this strive of excell-....elenceTo be great in my eyes is to be best in my eyesI strive only to live for my standardsTo be proud of what I feel I should beBut to set a bar is bias to whom...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 03:55:00 GMT |
These moods I find. |
So movin on I think. Still findin' hard times lettin go. My trust has been gone for a good while, since the last one actually. And these walls I've put up have become pretty comfortable. But I t...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 21:40:00 GMT |
Wisdom of words of wisdom |
You take for granted the little things.
All the small inserts we actually live for.
That moment the only hand that matters,
Finds your hands space,
And takes it at the exact moment its needed most.
Th...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 08:10:00 GMT |
I see the sun |
Things that carried weight before,
Seem light as a feather now.
Hands are not so soft anymore
Scars and cuts have worn them down
face has lost its innocense
weathered and brittle to touch
but he...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 21:52:00 GMT |
Where the feet may go |
This hill provides the best view.
The valley bellow can hold an echo for miles.
Not sure why my feet find their way here every day
Maybe the silence is my sirens singing
But never the less, the ...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:44:00 GMT |
The most depressing poem Ive ever conjured |
Raised eye brow to better view this world,
Try as I may, I just can't wipe the sleep from these eyes.
To long have the questions in my mind met no response but my own.
And as with all, the quest...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 01:24:00 GMT |
Killin time with the alphabet |
A*bove this world I sit
B*enevolently perched, I see it all
C*aught in confliction at all the ants marching
D*edicated I am, just sitting here watching
E*very ant has its seperate w...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 13:26:00 GMT |
