not even heaven... |
There have been many days like thesetucked here and high awayof your gliding, lazy touch(you liberate, i trust)i find it often much or more than i can comprehend(must such knowledge be transcend?)for ...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 20:16:00 GMT |
What happens when I’m bored at work... |
And what should I compare you to, The full-blown moon? Or the slumbering stars Which await the trance of our night? Of all the feelings I have for you, There are none so true As the calm, blue view F...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 19:46:00 GMT |
and what if? |
And what if I should be mistaken?Would the sun be dull,And the moon be hull,And my heart so cease to hasten?But no, for such,The sun would hush,And the moon would somber be.The monks from here to Bang...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 15:13:00 GMT |
Time of my apocolypse |
the house of our dreams, it seems, &nbs...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 08:51:00 GMT |
the world will carry on |
a thousand voices fill our landexpanding through in spite(stricking right at midnight)but the land is darkand the light is sparseand we fumble on the road.the rising sun stretches on and onthroug...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 22:41:00 GMT |
Movie Theatre Potties |
So I was most definitely watching a movie the other night. Afterwords, I most suredly had to tinkle as i had consumed large quantities of liquid. Upon searching the stalls (high and low) for...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 16:37:00 GMT |
boom chicka wah wah |
so.. my nose is finally pierced. lalala... it is done. i have waited 6 years for this. its kinda soar... but it didnt actually hurt that much. i got suddenyl nervous when i walked into that room. its ...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 07:04:00 GMT |
my father |
my fathers arms know no bounds;if &nb sp; (by chance)the heaven it self were to shake &nb...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 06:11:00 GMT |
your arms |
i once went walking in the woodsand saw a distant eden shore.implored, i found myself hypnotized.a flower said you love me, love me notlove me, love me-and the hills rose above the plains;as their bac...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 17:13:00 GMT |
eternity |
shes always been and will always bedebauched and painted by our mockeryshe hears us still, you knowthe whispers as she comes and goes,the slow withdrawel into the blow.caught and covered by debrisslow...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 15:38:00 GMT |
