When Johnny came marching home (David Rovics) |
He got off the plane and looked at no one He walked down the tarmac in the direction of nowhere He followed the sun as it was setting Glad to be done with all the bloodletting There were no banners fo...
Posted by Joey MacDougall on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 04:26:00 PST |
Does your world have brown, speckled spots on it too? |
White and thin, waiting with the others, similar in package, standing with their own. Packed within steel; anticipating to be mixed with or without the stout, pink, or blue into the engulfing brown se...
Posted by Joey MacDougall on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 04:43:00 PST |
been a while |
Faint whispers echo through my memories. Your voice bouncing off the crevices, which mold my being. Invoking memories which were not first-hand for you. Somehow you were there for my...
Posted by Joey MacDougall on Tue, 31 Jan 2006 11:44:00 PST |
another yet to finish |
Faulty word choices missrepresented my case. My lack of vocabulary limits my expression. Is love a strong enough word for love? What about pain, resentment, envy, longing, these words I know all to...
Posted by Joey MacDougall on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
not one of my best but ill work on it |
How do you want me to act? Who do you want me to be? I want to be your everything, I can see you being mine. Where does this attraction stem from? I do not know. Drape your arms around me, hold m...
Posted by Joey MacDougall on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
story barely started |
Taken back, dizzy from thought. Light warm his skin but lifelessness chills his bones. Pupils gaping from what there is to intake, the surroundings pull into these graves. Six feet behind his nose a...
Posted by Joey MacDougall on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
You again |
I saw him today, once again with the same expression sculpted on his face. At a time there was joy, although just a facade, now on the verge of stoicism. Behind the vail of pigment and flesh a heart ...
Posted by Joey MacDougall on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
I cant spell worth shit. |
Impulses, not so much romantic, persuade my steps to take. I stumble towards decisions that seal my fate. I long for love but dont know where to find it amongst this search for my salvation. Where ...
Posted by Joey MacDougall on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
how pathetic am I, you tell me. |
Pretending, hiding the emotions that surge through my veins and my heart. Spining, spuratic memories of what was ours rip through my brain. I stumble for the words that will make you think I'm doing...
Posted by Joey MacDougall on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
there you go |
Impressions are left in my skin from where you left my arms. I follow the lines with my fingertips, maybe they'll lead to where you are.
Your presence still engulfs me; your scent running rampant th...
Posted by Joey MacDougall on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
