49. |
Significance?
Is that what is complied?
We must be seen as worth?
Honorable?
We must choose to be more, to be the inspiration.
Our fathers fathers held doubt to our name and leaving us the tattered ...
Posted by jade afton on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 04:35:00 PST |
48. |
It seems as though, when we have these times of recollection, recooperation, and freedom, the brain exceeds its usual thoughts. I'm starting to get annoyed. My mind is pounding, and the only sad excu...
Posted by jade afton on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 04:29:00 PST |
Grindstone. |
when we close the doors, mop up our fragile states, and sweep our sorrows under that filthy rug,i think of you.taking out that stench of garbage, held so tightly to my side,smelling the air crisped wi...
Posted by jade afton on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 07:45:00 PST |
number twenty one. |
after a long day of writing, she discovered her hand had grown an apple tree. all her imagination condensed into this one object, flourished with fruit. feeling her ability to write. as a base for kno...
Posted by jade afton on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 02:41:00 PST |
the inferno. |
im playing with fire.
but the flames contrast to this chill.
maybe my heart will warm up.
im not mad anymore.
im not sad.
worst of all,
i've become accustomed.
buy me ...
Posted by jade afton on Tue, 01 Aug 2006 06:36:00 PST |
through with doubt. |
i was told,
time heals everything.
what if you're stuck in the past?
im causing the suffication of my future.
gripping hold of something you couldn't give:
a reason to believe.
&n...
Posted by jade afton on Mon, 31 Jul 2006 08:15:00 PST |
the end. |
I have realized something. something great. you never really get over someone. the memory of them ceases over the time following after they depart from you. you forget what it was that made ...
Posted by jade afton on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 09:27:00 PST |
