i know, it's not a poem. |
70 Confessions 1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?Britt! she never calls me. and she might just read this. 2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?mostly, but i can... Posted by RobinHood on Thu, 31 May 2007 08:49:00 PST |
six lines |
somewhere along these lines between smooth and rough times between what is yours and mine i'm hoping there's a place to find where it doesn't matter what's wrong and what's right. ... Posted by RobinHood on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 11:46:00 PST |
pieces. |
there's something to say for the way
that we fit the way that we
melt and all the feelings we've felt
now it's been quite a while since
you made my heart break
and although we've gone back
to all... Posted by RobinHood on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 01:06:00 PST |
guilty pleasures |
new poem. got inspired right after i finished making pottery in ceramics [[guilty pleasures]]fries on a diettv with homework undonelust outside a relationshipit's everywhere unseenit's merciless but f... Posted by RobinHood on Tue, 09 May 2006 10:42:00 PST |
new but its old |
adolescence evanescenceThis world full of contradictionsTVs ruining intellectual conversationsWith wrong convictionsAdvertising life's addictionsSince when is it okTo live without restingSince when is... Posted by RobinHood on Fri, 09 Dec 2005 06:50:00 PST |