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This is love necessarily...built to hold tempersand amendments to my idea--no--our idea of the idealAnd like religion, i have found truthinfinite. and finally...because this world was a sheetpulled to...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Nov 2009 21:01:00 GMT |
Its winter, Sam, winter |
You have this something-like-stupidthat shits in your headcap and plaguesOur love, if grown like full tufts of grass,you (and i guess out of boredom,or fear) burn down, don't wateror torture.You cant ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 17:34:00 GMT |
My pretty girl has a pocketknife. |
Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp Boots!Pounding down on this ole' heart&There is a twist in those daggers, babeLike your eyes are words I should fear, because thatBeaaaaauuuuuuttttiiiifuuuuuu...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 05:41:00 GMT |
Ive got something to say to you. |
I hear you talk to the boys. You don't think I doBecause I look out the window, or walk away.Your voice is soft, and you play for thema tangled instrument, where each riseand fall in your voice ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 05:11:00 GMT |
Mixed signals |
I crossed the line, consistentlyHeart controlled hands, enviousOf how your body lie, I Let them run free, over you.How unwanted am I? Later,I would apologize, "the heartIt does what it will to you"You...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 20:47:00 GMT |
The Flower Girl. |
Let me count you off, like petals from the stem and watch each catch the breeze and blow over the hills and beyond to an ocean so very far away from me. But the stem will remain, naked, and remi...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 05:11:00 GMT |
a quick note |
hold stillbecause saying goodbye is not easy.these moments should be savored. it is not often that you get to enjoy thisa goodbye, like a kiss, is something you feel for daysyou said when you ki...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 11:47:00 GMT |
April 1, 2008 |
This time of the year is gray. The rain has pounded the snow until what we are left with is brown sidewalk soup. Pants are ruined at the cuff, covered in runoff. Every step--soggy ex...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 13:52:00 GMT |
Sunny Day Real Estate |
The Shark’s Own Private Fuckwe choke on the poison windwell these sad eyes can tell the storywalk along an empire’s pathand you said you’d come back againbut you talk to yourselfbeli...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 18:45:00 GMT |
Arthur Rimbaud |
Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed. One evening I took Beauty in my arms-- and I thought her bitter-- and I insulted h...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 15:20:00 GMT |
