there are no words |
missing you- i miss your voice, i miss your words, i miss the jam in your toes.. beauitiful- so fucking lovely- i could be crazy with you gone. not knowing where you are- i miss you like air sometimes...
Posted by BLUE SUNSHINE on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 06:11:00 PST |
i cant leave the subject line blank |
the lump in my throat,
caught between my heart and my head...
choke it back down,
swallow it,
like i did my pride-
dissolve it,
like i did my will-
eat it,
like i did my words.
&nbs...
Posted by BLUE SUNSHINE on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 05:05:00 PST |
A Moment/A Choice |
a moment is a choice in disguise-
a point of inevitability so common that it is often over before its very presence is acknowledged.
a choice is a moment in disguise-
a singular paradox of identity, p...
Posted by BLUE SUNSHINE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
SEE-SAWS REALLY SUCK... |
what is it that I do that can lead you to a level of insecurity that calls for a boost in the form of a controlling, blaming, defensive attack on MY self-es...
Posted by BLUE SUNSHINE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
IT WILL... |
it will not be simple,
it will not be long
it will take little time,
it will take all your thought
it will take all your heart,
it will take all your breath
it will be short,
it will not be sim...
Posted by BLUE SUNSHINE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
a trampled soul |
a suspicious mind- a mind that questions everything- unless strong enough to bear the weight of its own ignorance, risks questioning itself, and being engulfed in doubt. if it cannot discover the exis...
Posted by BLUE SUNSHINE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
LIFTED |
there are things i want back desperately- things that i have lost to time and to the inevitability of life itself. there are times that i want to re-live, moments that are forever embedded in my soul....
Posted by BLUE SUNSHINE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
"THE COUNTRY OF YOU AND I" |
here is a map of our country-
the country of you and i.
here is the Sea of Indifference,
glazed with salt from our tongues.
this is the Haunted River
flowing from head to toe-
we dont dare tast...
Posted by BLUE SUNSHINE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
NOTHING REVERSED IS STILL NOTHING |
.....if youre cold, dont poke holes in your sweater, and if thats your breath I feel, dont pose yourself like death. If you want to laugh, dont pretend to cry - if you want to feel, dont numb yo...
Posted by BLUE SUNSHINE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
"STRANGE TRADE-OFFS" |
this is a man's mouth.
the taste sons- not daughters- obtain.
these are the lips- powerful,
and still so soft.
a terrible, unsweetened taste- a taste like the ocean... it's unknown depths...
this...
Posted by BLUE SUNSHINE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
