midnight haikus |
There was someone onceShe rested like an owl,loved me like a hawk.Her music mocks me,the silence is loud enoughScreams, are we there yet?Time heals everything?I say I am a loner&but live with a ghos...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:30:00 GMT |
A thousand words |
This took a while...1. Go to Google. com/images2. Type in your answer to the question in the 'search' box3. Use only the first page of results...Unless there is nothing that comes up4. Copy the html a...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 12:31:00 GMT |
Useless desires |
Say goodbye to the old streetThat never cared much for you anywayThe different-colored doorwaysYou thought would let you in one dayGoodbye to the old bus stop, frozen and waitingThe weekend edition ha...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 21:32:00 GMT |
Reasons I cant explain II |
"Grief still feels like fear. Perhaps, more strictly, like suspense. Or like waiting; just hanging about waiting for something to happen. It gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't se...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 19:11:00 GMT |
Reblog |
THE DOOR-CLOSE RAIN DANCE ' Inevitably, people start getting impatient and hitting the door-close button after about 4 seconds. It doesn't do anything, but the doors close a second or two later regard...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 09:37:00 GMT |
all the palm trees stand for all the pricks in the world. |
i am so tired of meeting the
same
kind
of people.
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:05:00 GMT |
<--+ |
I had lost the few things I knew, and what was here belonged to someone else. Perhaps that would have been all right if what was inside me was my own,
but there was no place to anchor.
what anchors ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 20:30:00 GMT |
Grey gray grey |
"Yeah I look at you, you look like shit,But that's got nothing to do with it,You open your mouth and a God comes out.I look at you, you look like shit,But that's got nothing to do with it,You open you...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 00:26:00 GMT |
... |
closeneverseemedsof a r.imissyoumostwhenyouarerightnexttomedrivinginmycar
1 ticket to get out of here with my name written all over it and I'm going to take it whether it means I leave everything...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 11:21:00 GMT |
Finish this... |
...static; a song plays on the radio. he sits there silent contemplating what now with his cigarette in his left hand and a flask full of Whiskey in his right. His flat smells of Pall Mall a...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Aug 2005 21:12:00 GMT |
