What Key Signature are You? |
I just took this cool quizilla quiz. Check it out if you want:http://quizilla.com/users/UnprodigalBoi/quizzes/what%20
key%20signature%20are%20you%3F/Here's my result:Eb major - you are warm and kind, a...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 18:47:00 GMT |
Something in the works... |
Tonight the moon is a willowWhispy wings of cloudReaching, spreading, stretchingThe stars have always been thereTonight my mind is melted waxWatercolors bleeding togetherAwake and dreaming of what cou...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 01:10:00 GMT |
Disgustipated |
"It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky, that made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was blue all over your clothes....
Posted by on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 00:31:00 GMT |
frustrated |
What do I need to do? What?
Posted by on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 20:36:00 GMT |
(none) |
There's a storm blurring the line where the sea meets the sky --- just be careful with what you've got.
Posted by on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 23:50:00 GMT |
Poem---Love Poem |
LOVE POEM
A flood of you
I can still taste you on my lips
Soft and sweet
Burning and smooth
Silken embers tease my senses
And my heart, it pounds
Through my veins you course
I feel you alway...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 21:45:00 GMT |
Poem---Rendezvous |
RENDEZVOUS
Perfumed comb of honey
A tempting confection
This rare sugar pulls me
Into a trance
Meet me, Love, at rivers flow
Twixt burning sun and searing snow
By sifted sunlight, by sound...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 21:43:00 GMT |
Poem---Eyeliner |
EYELINER
She cries, But why?
She cries, But why?
Shown internally conflicted
Lower my sight
A helpless plight
By mine hands inflicted?
Turning of wheels
Angel of steel
Impelling gravi...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 21:39:00 GMT |
Poem---Movements:Lust |
Movements:Lust
I:
And there you were
A breath of cool air
On this boiling brow
You refresh me
With just the sight
But we have yet to speak
Cool me, I broil
Lift me, I sink
Help me, I buckl...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 21:38:00 GMT |
Poem---The Catalyst |
THE CATALYST
In anger
I punch the wall
But it is soft as a sponge
I am within my own
Self-constructed cell
Walls padded to protect me from myself.
In anger
I throw a chair
But it settles ...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 21:37:00 GMT |
