behind the mosey |
all is rosy, all is rosy,
bells are ringing almost still. subtle tones of beauty wander under ragged layers, they will...
please engolf this swampy switch. that turn of balance left me hollowed in a d...
Posted by emily on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 07:37:00 PST |
clear view naive toy |
this is brainy. sabotaging swirls. the truth has ridden along simultaneoulsy with the shallow.
no back burning. no hot heart char.
this is quits. suffering greater horrors than ones with no nerv...
Posted by emily on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 12:26:00 PST |
death. |
stomping taking asking slaving scrubbing scraping - tippy toe-ing across the wounded sorry silly hearts of everyone and the things they hang themselves up by the neck upon.
being taken for a ride all ...
Posted by emily on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 11:24:00 PST |
ate so much negative ions |
during a breath i overheard that this is what happens; routine and rut. so far behind. all at once. when eyes appear closed, i will remain, yet far in the distance, approaching some other dr...
Posted by emily on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 10:19:00 PST |
this tea tastes like nap-time. |
this is the new;
the new, the new set.
set of intricate little lovely things.
we have spawned evil in these separately
encoded places. on another ladder.
under someone else's shoe. at, of cour...
Posted by emily on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 11:37:00 PST |
ohh that numba |
there's a number that is always there. i am everything i never wanted you to be. let's try a dance or two sometime. maybe eyes will lock into a surreality.
peace and pieces are ...
Posted by emily on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 12:42:00 PST |
free |
where and what thoughts are rational?
hounding heart... lonely intermission of a
time that is unpredicted.
this is the present, and which that is now
will never come back.
this is the past, if ...
Posted by emily on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 06:29:00 PST |
