Whats left to hold on |
These were a series of poems with a theme about a man named Shaun. I wrote them last year about this timebut never had them all in order. Hope that someone out thereenjoys these.
Chapter...
Posted by Timothy on Wed, 02 May 2007 09:24:00 PST |
The risk of imortality |
The colors fade.And day wains.As he falls he sees his friends fallen too.No longer magestic green or the hints of blue.They soon will be nothing, crushed, and forgotten.But he will stay.
The feet pa...
Posted by Timothy on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:31:00 PST |
traces of new |
I woke to find you next me.
Then fell back to sleep.
I awoke again and you were gone.
How long have I been dreaming?
How long have I been believing,
That you were still here?
In my dreams I awake to ...
Posted by Timothy on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:24:00 PST |
Endure prelude |
"I seriously don't see God in it," I said as I walked counting sevens and threes. Placing only enough faith in my steps to lead me to her car I leaned all my weight against its cold surface. "It's war...
Posted by Timothy on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 07:39:00 PST |
short story |
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Posted by Timothy on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 07:19:00 PST |
I really like this old one |
This is one I posted long ago. Just thought it was worth reposting its about words
In the silence we keep.
The truth to all we are.
Never do we speek.
Those things inside our heart.
In&nbs...
Posted by Timothy on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 11:11:00 PST |
Dreams like baseball cards |
I had a dream I once shared.
Into it I put all my cares.
We elaminated it and put it into view.
So everyone could see it.
So everyone could dream too.
But you took it away.
I guess it was yours anyway...
Posted by Timothy on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 05:23:00 PST |
when everything else fail |
I never wanted this to end with you not loving me.
So many people say after the end of their day.
And with so much pain in the world yours goes unseen.
Just like a cool autumn breeze felt only by the ...
Posted by Timothy on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 01:43:00 PST |
the stars |
The night was black as most nights are.
But there was you tangible not far.
As beautiful as those stars.
The air was warm as most summer nights.
But there was you holding me tight.
As if warmth...
Posted by Timothy on Fri, 28 Jul 2006 12:59:00 PST |
The Final Curtain |
Here lays Shaun living no more.
The same plays he has been evermore.
He is a short distance from nowhere.
A short distace to pain.
A long way from love and the same.
Whats left to hold on when love is...
Posted by Timothy on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 11:27:00 PST |
