Nights WIth Karen. |
so way back when i was like a freshman. my buddy arvin invited on a trip to vegas with his family. thats when i met karen le. one of the first conversations we had was an arguement about the absence o...
Posted by Vesna on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 04:01:00 PST |
What I Think About Love.... |
love, what is it? it cant be described it cant be heard, and it cant be seen, but it can be felt. we know not what exactly are we feeling, but we know what it is when it comes. i cant really explain ...
Posted by Vesna on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Another Dumb Poem |
the thinning black line has trailed far in my mind,
as i search for now and never, i begin to decline,
the stigma that binds, the lies they twine, nothing is fine,
hopes of me and you shine, as ...
Posted by Vesna on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Just A Poem... |
I shall bleed the day away, as i wait for you to say,
"your mine today",
and as i gasp for breath with lungs filled with emotional stress,
stutter as i speak i realize not much is left.
the thought of...
Posted by Vesna on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
