My Friend |
My Friend
When im sick, hurt or just feeling down,she comes to me. her words are like mothers kisses,healing, soothing, caring. Her touch reassures me that I'll be alright. And when she hugs me,...
Posted by wretched on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 06:34:00 PST |
Remembering My Youth |
Saturday mornings.
Watching kids and cartoons play.
I feel young again....
Posted by wretched on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 09:25:00 PST |
Crap |
Crap
Sun shining brightly.
Blue birds wake me with their song.
Crap, I over slept....
Posted by wretched on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 09:13:00 PST |
Oh Babe |
Oh, Babe
Oh, babe, what have we done?Where did we go wrong?This journey is overI can not go on.
Oh, babe,you wasted a love,and I wasted a life.It may not be a sinbut I know its not right.
Oh, b...
Posted by wretched on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 04:28:00 PST |
Lost |
You lost your faith?
Yes, when I lost hope.
You lost your hope?
Yes, when I lost love.
You lost your love?
Yes, when I lost God.
You lost your God?
Yes, when I lost my faith.
-byron...
Posted by wretched on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 08:41:00 PST |
Loneliness |
It is impossible
for one to defeat
loneliness
by ones self.
...
Posted by wretched on Sat, 26 Jul 2008 04:44:00 PST |
The Silent Treatment |
Her lips moveyet no words reach my earsShe sends a note.Its just to tease me. Like a matadorteasing a bull with his cape.And like a fool with his heart filled with hopeI charge towards her bearing my ...
Posted by wretched on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 04:43:00 PST |
THE FISH AND THE WAVE |
She liked to put her bare feet on the dashboard.Thats why she always called shotgun.She would dig through my tape case untilshe found some old Neil Young. And we rolled down the highway without a...
Posted by wretched on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 05:38:00 PST |
Home |
There is a rose bush that clings to the side of the house.It is as if she is holding his lifeless body in her arms.She mourns. The petals from her roses fall to the ground like teardrops. She remember...
Posted by wretched on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 05:48:00 PST |
Sold Out? |
Im hungry.
Im craving your love.
But your heart is like
a vending machine.
I ...
Posted by wretched on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 06:21:00 PST |
