This isn't real poetry |
late night caffeine reminds meof days before responsibilityof nights where there was no worry of the next morningnow I am left cramming for tests on knowledge long forgottenover kings and countries th...
Posted by Teh Sawa!1 on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 03:04:00 PST |
Words scribbled too late at night... |
i am left empty handed againdelays in plansthat fall through brokenone night alone passesmy mind wanders againinto those dark placesothers help keep awayhands on my shoulderlet me know everythingtell ...
Posted by Teh Sawa!1 on Mon, 08 May 2006 01:20:00 PST |
Oldest poem of life... |
purity once flawless is defectivewings left behind as a tokenof the things she once stood forangel mourned by noneinnocence on the floornaked on the bedpure achromatic skincontrast ebony sheetseyes ga...
Posted by Teh Sawa!1 on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Spinning... |
I have decided to use this to post my poetry. For no real reason imparticular...
How do I know if these thoughts are even part of reality, sinking into these deep felt emotions, these eve...
Posted by Teh Sawa!1 on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Whats up for the summa... |
SUMMER GOALS!!1. Work out atleast twice a week.2. Go swimming atleast once a week if the weather permits.3. Go Camping atleast four times.4. Find a second job for daytime working and extra money.5. Go...
Posted by Teh Sawa!1 on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Yay for a new journal...I am so trendy! |
Basically. I am tired. And uhmmm...
My horse ended up in town.
I had to collect him from animal control...and WALK him home... I am retarded and did not bring my saddle... Family dinner tonight... ...
Posted by Teh Sawa!1 on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Blarg! |
Yeah I finally got my space...
I am that cool bitches...
ROCK!
Posted by Teh Sawa!1 on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
