hang on to my collar bones |
oh baby baby baby. i have been thinking strongly about carving a home out of my heart, a solid house built from one piece. we could decorate all of our troubles with smiles and hang them on the walls ...
Posted by jonas just jonas on Fri, 09 May 2008 12:38:00 PST |
our own great chariot |
i wish i was still on the roof listening to that old time sound, but feeling that new time feeling. it all seems as though my lips were washed away with friction. i no longer fill only one set. i swam...
Posted by jonas just jonas on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 08:22:00 PST |
Newport, where we stole heaven. |
heres what it is, just so irresistable. it is what it is, just so irresistable. we were driving the right way, but we were driving in the wrong lane. We all grabbed the shore. We all turned to gold. Y...
Posted by jonas just jonas on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 03:30:00 PST |
the ocean does indeed speak |
whispers as thin as old bones. so afraid of stairs, one fall, its really all it takes. lungs as mechanical as pistons. these cylinders are melting. flash your teeth a few times to let everyone know yo...
Posted by jonas just jonas on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 07:01:00 PST |
oh daddy-o |
heavy eyes go away. it feels like the skin underneath my eyes carries such a weight that if it were to fall the world would end. can i get that on the rocks? that part doesnt fit! these are the terms ...
Posted by jonas just jonas on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:54:00 PST |
the last time ill leave you breathless |
truthful lips should feel cold
i cant believe you can smile
all while telling stories through such hot lips
friction friction friction...
Posted by jonas just jonas on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 02:39:00 PST |
i wrote a song with clouds |
hey there skywriter, you sure do have pretty cursive. writing with clouds.amazing how those words come flying out of nowhere again, how the heart can kickstart again and again and again. like a drug s...
Posted by jonas just jonas on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 03:16:00 PST |
i can feel it on my tongue, so subtle in defeat, so desperate in breathing. |
oh so wildly of thorns and thrones. a villa of needles and butterflies. parachute anyone?i rolled onto your beach, i sat and tried to breathe you in. hoping i would see you, with so much blonde hair ...
Posted by jonas just jonas on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 06:57:00 PST |
123 |
so through a few months ive ridden this. not saddled, but bareback... like a skilled horseman, i choose famine for me personally.when i wake up i look in the mirror, i brush my fingers over my upper b...
Posted by jonas just jonas on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 02:23:00 PST |
ill turn the tables |
as a mystery, time to kill and excessive cowboots with a hoodie. the world seemed perfectly crisp tonight, quiet.. serene. surreal. an open cellar door, and a crowded room can only make my eyes peel ...
Posted by jonas just jonas on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 03:00:00 PST |
