Mother, when will you be home? |
I keep a lock box of memories,so many of them are you.I stare at countless pictures,all of them are of you.I trace my steps along the bank of the river,hoping they'd lead me back to sea.Dragonflies sk...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 20:10:00 GMT |
Empty words from an even emptier heart. |
This is not a proper start, and it may not have a proper ending... but this is where I choose to began.I watched her closely, the way she breathed, the way she twirled her hair around her right pointe...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 22:53:00 GMT |
We stumble into our lives |
The dim light made a light buzzing noise, as if trying to draw me back into its quarters.Lazily, I pushed my hand against the darkness, as if, for a fleeting moment, I could have bullied it into being...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 03:47:00 GMT |
"Drive until you lose the road, or break with the ones you've followed" |
Have you ever woken up, and felt like you really woke up?I've been getting that feeling a lot lately.Then again, I am never quite awake.I open my eyes, and feel as if I am starring out through someone...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 13:11:00 GMT |
Barefoot in Autumn |
Barefoot,I step outside.The grass sinks beneath my feet,and little shavings of leavesfind themselves wedged betweenmy toes.The smell of crisp air,fills my nostrils,and for a moment I forget that ...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 00:46:00 GMT |
In the glowing lights of the city |
In the glowing lights of this city,there is a story that is waiting to be told.It speaks of a girl and a boy.and the miles of sticky pavement which lay between them.The freckles in your eye...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 22:43:00 GMT |
Empty Roads |
A backdrop of green lightsset the speedOn an empty road,with no where to goWhere thoughts are lefton the butts of cigarettesyou so carelesslythrow away.It's night a like this,where it's easy to mistak...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 23:26:00 GMT |
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals. |
" If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.I hope you find out what you want. I already know what I am.And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.And you can tell me how vil...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 01:34:00 GMT |
I'm so glad to meet you, Angeles. |
His face is so smooth,nearly untouched.It is of fine porcelain,and milky white skinHis eyes are sunken,though how they shined.So blue, so perfect...how can they be real?
Lips,so unkissable...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 22:39:00 GMT |
I didn't know the dead could drive |
There he was, limp, sitting in a car behind me.
His head hung to the left,
resting ever so lightly on his shoulder.I made contact with his eyes,
they look like they hadn't blinked in years,
t...
Posted by on Fri, 05 May 2006 08:56:00 GMT |
