Living |
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The aches and the pains just wont go away
No, I cant seem to get out of my bed today
And my brains in a clamp
So please shut off the lamp
Because I cant...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 00:04:00 GMT |
Delicate. |
No one really seems to like this one, but I don't care, it's my favorite.
There is something so delicate in the way you move and the words you use
As I'm thrown about in this coffin of lace a...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 02:19:00 GMT |
Something for the kids. |
I watch you, watch her
And I really thought I was done being insecure
But it's hard when she's so funny, and her words move through the conversation with ease
And she has this power about her and I k...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 22:22:00 GMT |
A little unambiguous alliteration and inconvenient verse. |
With every sudden pause in your lingering moments of listless suspension
There is an instant of decompression
Where my shackles are released and I rise from my bed of nails to breathe
And it is in th...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 22:21:00 GMT |
This is, by far, the cutest thing I have ever written. |
Once upon a time life was nothing but stress
Once upon a time I was a broken mess
Once upon a time I was lost and forgotten
Once upon a time I was feeling done in
And then you came along
You k...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 00:26:00 GMT |
I’m happy. |
So I guess this is the moment all those songs are about
You know, I’ve always believed it was real
But I guess I never believed I’d travel that route
And to get it, I’d have to beg,...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 20:03:00 GMT |
Something new. |
Sun masked in mist
Only darkened clouds light the sky
As the cold rain saunters to an empty city street
She makes her way, nervously
Preparing a speech, jumbled words, crammed together
Prays for eloq...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 10:54:00 GMT |
Throw it against the wall and see what sticks. |
So here we are again, my friend
It appears that the innocence may soon be at an end
I can never escape my indelible ways
Inappropriate conduct in an attempt at social grace
Such an end reveals nothin...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 22:20:00 GMT |
What wasted unconditional love . . . |
It settles in the base of your stomach and provokes a gag
It is a virus, eating away at your soft, white skin from the inside
And each time you try to run, you hit a snag
Taking in those shallow, pan...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:17:00 GMT |
New Poems (and one that isn't mine.) |
I'm not the kind of girl that you keep
A long, even, walk, but it's steep
And you are never alone, pulled into complexities of personality
Flaunting the mundane, collapsing into lustful triviality
An...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 10:51:00 GMT |
