My Papa's waltz |
My Papa's Waltz
The whiskey on your breathCould make a small boy dizzy;But I hung on like death:Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pansSlid from the kitchen shelf;My mother's countenanc...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 19:08:00 GMT |
finale! |
His Final Play
This is 1955 and you are the cold ashes from a cigardiminished from the wind,
I'm a mess like you're teeth, that made contact with my fist
This is all about how much I give a damn...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 05:25:00 GMT |
Echoes |
When I was in grade school, a teacher of mine lent me this album called Vs: By a band called Pearl.... Jam. I fell in love with it and practically kept it the whole school year...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 04:51:00 GMT |
What Really existed inside James giant peach. |
Tonight I had a really good hangout with some friends, and just genuine talk about life. Telling stories about high school and stuff, I did a lot of the listening actually, not much talking but anyway...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 14:00:00 GMT |
Finding Moon Chemicals On Your Front Porch. |
You don't notice a single thing,..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
And my thoughts feel that you should be more than famous
But knowing he's around kills my hope...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 19:43:00 GMT |
!walker. |
I wrote this from the aspiration of a conversation with a friend of mine, though I must say it was kind brief. I think we both felt the same thing, but both of us in a different situation
Hers turning...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 18:54:00 GMT |
