4.25 |
beneath this dream spins another lovewho can see the sun fall between or abovei do believe our morning willshine hard to make him warmand bring us light . . ...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Apr 2006 06:50:00 GMT |
9.24 |
then you say his shallow words are comfortwithout your skinoh what has become of youofyour transparent fantasiesand consistent enthuasiasmstrikingand unfamiliaryou breathe the same breathforever longi...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 12:25:00 GMT |
Miss That. |
I'll sit and wait forever or at least until tomorrow;What places can we not revisit? Ahh, now the immediate need. And you're always looking over my shoulder. You won't escape me. Or at the very leastM...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 00:17:00 GMT |
this is not new. |
this. i leave to be safe. which i am now. i am sound within my walls where i know no discomfort where i know no one else (but luna) it is nice here. i can scream if i want to . . . and masturbat...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jan 2006 11:56:00 GMT |
why is there always supposed to be a subject? |
We did believe in easy weather . . . I remember every cloud and you &nb
sp; &nb
sp; &nb...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jan 2006 10:22:00 GMT |
no subject |
flight then famine. i've yet to enjoy the strength in my errors, i mean, the errors in my strength. forgiveness though, a gift unequivocal- like you- supposed embodiment of success. i desire...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Aug 2005 20:36:00 GMT |
language . . . there is no "him" |
We floated upon the sand, the sky swallowing us whole.
My breath,
shallow and low, I whispered to him, "Our words are eating us alive . .
. "
We can't escape their power. Wrought with mi...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Nov 2004 17:15:00 GMT |
