Sparkle |
Minuscule amounts of free flowing sparkles rain down like a whirlwindof confusion on a boat of intensity. Each landing not ever the same asthe one before. Each unique in thought and theory of operatio...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 21:21:00 GMT |
Understanding |
Seems like the only thing I can be sure of is myself. Maybe I am the only one that will ever know me. How I am. How I act. What I mean. How to understand. Maybe I will never fully understand anyone bu...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:07:00 GMT |
I dont know |
One that is good at most everything has no talent if they cannot be good at the things that matter. What is it about the way someone thinks that makes notes about how things should be. Is everyone so ...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 02:42:00 GMT |
hopeless |
From the wide expanses of the universe was plucked one small facet called hope. Broken and battered hope has been abused and misused. It has been depended upon and it has failed. It has shown mercy an...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:27:00 GMT |
What am I doing |
There is something on my mind that I wanna be saying that someone someplace oughta be hearing but its trapped on my toung and sealed in my head and it bothers me badly when Im laying in bed and no mat...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 01:18:00 GMT |
Maybe |
The day after today is already here, maybe I can be someone else for a day, if there is sunlight maybe I can see, if there is clouds maybe it will rain, if it rains maybe it will pour, the same as I c...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 00:50:00 GMT |
Take it |
My sunflower fields have been replaced w/ barren land and cold weather erased all things that were certian. Nothing is the same. What am I doing where am I going, who's going w/ me, what do I do where...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 22:47:00 GMT |
The story of last night and the jail house. |
So I was sitting on my porch last night doing what I am always doing if I'm on my porch. I had consumed about a case, it was about 2 a.m. Everyone was having a good time. A short st...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 17:52:00 GMT |
How long will you wait? |
With each passing minute time creeps into a slowly moving eternal process, a process that negatively correlates with the beauty of life. When you want something it takes forever. When you have what yo...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 18:47:00 GMT |
From where I stand |
From the things Ive seen and where Ive been I look at your face and make a covenant w/ your grin. The sadness creeps like a black fog over which I cannot yet see until forever becomes more and forever...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 11:31:00 GMT |
