the cage |
No thanks, I'll stumble my way out,
Take my leave on a weathered doubt,
And brave the heated thunderstorm,
With tattered wings and feathers torn.
Whilst mothers cry and bird nests fall,
As delusions d...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 14:27:00 GMT |
connected to the universe. |
a warmness creeped up behind me to rest it's hands upon my rounded hips.do you know what i love?the stammers of "hello" and nervousness around strangersi love the sinking ceiling of your carand ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 20:10:00 GMT |
tea party on the ceiling. |
we walk a fine line.oh, the eyes of the artistsee the pain in my sideand the grace in her eyesthey paint swirls and clouds around my facemaking me that dark-humored beautylike red on whitecorrupted mi...
Posted by on Fri, 19 May 2006 13:24:00 GMT |
