babies. |
bruise too easilyand cry incessantly.babies are bredindeterminant of age,size,and apparently maturity.Someday we will all grow up.Some quicker than others.
Posted by on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 01:41:00 GMT |
the real reality check |
In Twenty-Six Days, I will be Living here:Now, that is a REALity Check.
Posted by on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 19:55:00 GMT |
Reverb. |
Immaturity and insecurity;A rhyme for the time.
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 01:34:00 GMT |
The End. |
I've reached a point when public display of my thoughts has become unnecessary. Therefore, I have decided to stop "displaying" them in such an intimate way, period.It's been real.Real:What an odd conc...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 22:10:00 GMT |
an elegy to the dying days of youth. |
let us ride the wings of ambivalence.for i know not what i seenor what i wish to be.who knows what is to come.we wake up.leave our seperate homes.from the comfort and securityof our fellow neighborson...
Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 13:04:00 GMT |
repeat. |
if i could choose to live my life foreverin a ten minute intervalthat perpetually repeated itselfuntil my demise,i know exactly which teni'd choose.
Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 00:57:00 GMT |
offended. |
in this case,terseness is best.
Posted by on Tue, 15 May 2007 20:12:00 GMT |
the ageless elderly. |
Time is a timeless art; as age is an ageless craft.Dali had no cluewhen he painted Persistence of Memorywhat he was getting himself into.If only he knew what surrealism was outside the acrylic huesof ...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 22:54:00 GMT |
simply put: |
i want what i cannot have.
Posted by on Thu, 03 May 2007 22:40:00 GMT |
clean shaven and crop cut. |
I've recently come to terms with my friend rhetoric.I've realized syntax isn't everything.Flowery pulchritudinous language is sometimes better left colloquial simple.So let me take my previous stateme...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 23:04:00 GMT |
