stamina. |
it would be false to hide my disappointment. to pretend that i did not feel wronged in some way. as if it were in best interests that i be pushed out. or at least discouraged. but it does not work tha...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Aug 2009 10:12:00 GMT |
quoted. |
each day a new part of me
awakens....
i discover enhancements on my
existing purpose....
and
can glide through....
the
days....
with....
smiles
and ease....
i
know it...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 14:03:00 GMT |
dollar dollar bills. |
I was riding the wave...the stun of the shark bite sank in deep. and i wept the way i always have...halfway...halfass...halmark card blank. he claimed different definitions of respect, but i was alrea...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jun 2009 19:29:00 GMT |
heatwave. |
i pretend like the answer will be found in the addition of 14 and 22, it only leads me to malcom x, to make it plain. and i crumble under the construct of attempt. where does all this acidity come fro...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 15:25:00 GMT |
concussion |
these thoughts i think, sometimes when i am alone. are no mystery. recalled and reconsidered. i touch your hand to my face.anattempt to prove the reality of us. the tangible asset of love istouch. you...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 12:52:00 GMT |
a broken puzzle. |
a beautiful bug flew in the window.i am listening to what roger needs.i am in and out of tears.i am emotional.i am actually fine.i lied to you, once, when i said i was not ever jealous.i am sometimes....
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 12:45:00 GMT |
droopy deceptions. |
i question my senses. the wind slipped through the window and licked my shoulder, nipple, hip. a dyslexic warmth. here is where the queries arise.so many moments i must cultivate. how do i grow them a...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 15:15:00 GMT |
panhandle |
we beg back and forth for scraps; its his turn today. the poor never make much money.
Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 15:06:00 GMT |
glassful continuation. |
.. .. pretend that milk is wind and monday; the whisper that fills the mathematical square.pretend that man is milk and honey; ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Feb 2009 13:11:00 GMT |
those who live during the month of february. |
I recycle the plastic bottle until the bottom wears thin and spills in my bag; waters my contents; washes my ink sin. How to reemerge from the jelly cell without goo....the only wonder...I lay on the ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Feb 2009 19:53:00 GMT |
