am i dreaming this... because you feel like a dream |
As you're walking down the icy side walk.... you spot something hanging from the tallest frosted branch... it is a plastic bag swaying in the breezy frigid wind... you attempt...
Posted by I've seen the streetlights cry. on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 03:28:00 PST |
f r o z e n t e a r s & t h e g r e a t e s t w o r d s e v e r h e a r d. |
The moon was extremely bright; however, the city lights caused the pollution. I remember coming to this place as a child, I guess I could call this home... home isn't here anymore... it's a f...
Posted by I've seen the streetlights cry. on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 12:55:00 PST |
crumpled and all alone but still hanging on strong. |
Driving swiftly, the trees began to fade past me. I came upon a hill where all the memories have been misplaced. I put on my mittens and grabbed my scarf. I opened the door and got distracted by th...
Posted by I've seen the streetlights cry. on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 12:57:00 PST |
The focal point of my heart has never encountered something similar to that before. |
the creeping of the lines made scribbles perfectly on my heart as you slammed the door shut I felt it shatter into a trillion little pieces...
Pointillism formed on my windshield I connected the ...
Posted by I've seen the streetlights cry. on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 12:51:00 PST |
please proceed with caution... I'm a nervous wreck . |
There was only tranquility surrounding a dark silhouette. Its head curved over and was aimlessly looking down at the floor. Its fine hair was long and it covered the sides of its face. It was alarmed....
Posted by I've seen the streetlights cry. on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 12:47:00 PST |
its dark in here.. umm did I mention that I am claustrophobic? |
Now and again... I just wish I could feel the unpolluted breeze just stun my skin... I feel so impassive... locked down... two words parrot bay.
I hope that someday I become a paper doll w...
Posted by I've seen the streetlights cry. on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 12:45:00 PST |
the only thing holding us back is the color of the stop light. |
I've seen the street lights cry.. I've seen the reflection of the clouds that had faded into the creek.. I've watched my hair sway back and forth without blinking once. I drove around town....stop...
Posted by I've seen the streetlights cry. on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 05:04:00 PST |
my hands are still frozen. |
Unexpectedly, stillness surrounds the unknown. It was like we didn't transpire. We displayed a mask of disguise. I was just another person in a crowded room. We knew nothing, completely nothing at all...
Posted by I've seen the streetlights cry. on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 09:12:00 PST |
Her Weary Eyes |
Sitting in her car she couldn't believe the day she had. What they saw as merely red, she saw in crimson tears. Her eyes were glossy like her ruby red lips only she didn't use lip gloss this time,...
Posted by I've seen the streetlights cry. on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 11:25:00 PST |
