A NEW OUTLET... |
so today i got my first guitar.. and i start my first guitar lessons hopefully this week... wahoo... im so excited.. i've wanted to learn an instrument for so long now. always thought ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 21:26:00 GMT |
no truth.... |
DAMMNED BY FAMENAMES AND FACES.LIFE BECOMES COMMERCIALIZED. PERFECTION BELONGS TO NO ONE.A FANTACY.SOUGHT AFTER ONLY TO BE DESTROYED. WATCH AS THE SIGNS OFFER ANSWERS.FALSE EFFORTS WONT CURE.A J...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:43:00 GMT |
INSIDE NORMZ HEAD!!!!!!! |
S T A T I K (my black & white film)WHEN I WATCH THE ACTORS. I BECOME FREE. LIFTED ABOVE THE WRECKAGE PEOPLE LEAVE ASTRAY.COMFORT BY WEAKNESS HIDES ALL IN THOUGHT.I...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:23:00 GMT |
nO mOrE peoms by norm |
Like a sweet dream. Our love died. So that nothing could refrain from behind. To a new death. After everything above falls. Will my bare skin be enough. How essential is the body. When beneath. A kin...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 17:09:00 GMT |
to be real....... |
i realized something today....... i was never truly happy (until just moments ago). i was lost in some dream land, lost in regrets of yesterday and hopes of tomorrow. some alternate state of being no...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 18:00:00 GMT |
Nothing In Particular |
Sometimes people do things because it feels good, taste good, looks good, smells good and overwhelms. to the point where you begin to lose what is real, what is you. the people around you fall in to p...
Posted by on Fri, 25 May 2007 22:09:00 GMT |
things |
something bad or something good.......
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 14:13:00 GMT |
LUV a flaw |
Because it obliterates the careless painful consequences of others who have wronged.Shouldn't we in the name of LUV. Stop the use of LUV as an intoxicating selfishly brutal way of making just ones sel...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 15:36:00 GMT |
writing in prose poems by norm |
-The Individual As I fade away, I come to see. Was I even there. No matt...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Jul 2006 01:57:00 GMT |
Inside A Strange Mind - 1 - (poems by Norm Thouvy) |
" TO THE FLAWED" clouded by what was, i begin to question reason. drifting away i reminence, i soon regret. remembering what was, what is, what could ha...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 06:52:00 GMT |
