you can be you but you can't be long |
mischievous and over it, something's running down your head.its splitting, its aching and its usually red.tomorrow is a new day and it brings so much hopeso wake up tomorrow but don't wake up alone.wi...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 16:15:00 GMT |
"we fell into it" |
a deep blue red, but with more colors than you know.its a haunting memory of sarcasims and hellos, until one day you met me...right where i am...and together, its something elseit was a vision, and ...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Oct 2008 09:22:00 GMT |
a story... |
a medicine man stopped you at the door and perfectly described a painting you both painted and knew.so we lifted our hearts up to the campfire and we watched the flutterflies flitter into the black no...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 20:43:00 GMT |
keep pushin’ |
its not okay.i swear i have a sixth sense.
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 01:39:00 GMT |
the quietest noises |
fluttering noisy nonsense is all wrapped around my brain.it was a colorful noise she said, and I could hear them.thinking back, we had whispered our secrets into megaphones on mountain tops and still,...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 20:43:00 GMT |
they only thought we thunk it |
if you opened me up and pressed down as hard as you could then maybe you'd understand.
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 02:05:00 GMT |
a sand sacked mouth drowning in formalities |
we met down there, low beneath the complicated words that dribbled from our mouths, all dried up and alone.it was as if everything we meant to say was in a language neither of us spoke, so really, w...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 00:03:00 GMT |
letters and words |
we weren't anything but the ghosts we were supposed to be.hollowly sitting in our fluttering mess and nonsensewondering from place to place with ideas of how things should be.i tucked my tail under wh...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 22:58:00 GMT |
a very sustaining transitional period |
watch it change in that face of a mirror you call me.its certain that through all time changes are coming but far from what we expected and ever thought they could be.singing the wonderful 'what-if'...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 23:36:00 GMT |
when somebody says all you hear... |
we mouthed the words to all of the saddest songs because they felt like home and i watched you out of the corner of my eye and that smile you gave me launched one thousand beats of my heart. so you ca...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 20:35:00 GMT |
