Final Flight |
feet dangling. legs becoming numb. seemingly suspended in air. the view’s amazing! the rush of blood, energy, and oxygen competing for entry through my narrowing veins. the countdown’... Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 20:51:00 GMT |
Its So Hard (Maybe that will be the title) |
**This was a quick write written for the last ever WordStage Poetry Lounge on tonight. WordStage has been a forum where "the voice of the people is heard," and "the average man's words are worth more... Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 20:26:00 GMT |
A Good Woman (thanks Erica Lynn) |
Hymn to a Good Wife (yeah, it's Proverbs 31)10 -31 A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more than diamonds. Her husband trusts her without reserve, and never has reason to regret it. Never spit... Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 18:09:00 GMT |
Adjectives... |
dependable |di--pend?b?l| adjective trustworthy and reliable.reliable |ri--l--?b?l| adjective consistently good in quality or performance; able to be trusted : a reliable source of information.trustwo... Posted by on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 21:12:00 GMT |
I Feel.... |
I feel FrEe.I feel AlIvE.I feel InViNcIbLe.......................when I write! Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 19:25:00 GMT |
I Miss...A Poem of Nostalgia |
I MISS&A POEM OF NOSTALGIAI miss&the unforced/natural conversation that permeated our gatherings. I miss&the laughter and silly jokes that transformed those life-less days.I miss&the animated stories... Posted by on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 20:25:00 GMT |
They Still Make Those?!? |
So, I'm turning onto what's the name of that street? Well, I can't remember it, but it's off of Nine Mile Road where Eastgate/Fairfield Commons is. Anyway, I turn onto that side street, and I see the... Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 17:38:00 GMT |
Can’t Sleep |
What's up with late nights/early mornings and the inability to sleep? How do I turn my thoughts off and press the play button on sleep? I mean, It's nearly 2:30 A.M., and I just can't stop thinking ... Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 23:24:00 GMT |
I Didnt Get the Job... |
Mirrors...I avoid them. Not for the physical image that they reflect, but because they make you look deeper.Deeper...into the parts of yourself that you've closed off from the world. Prohibiting ent... Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 15:12:00 GMT |
How Could You NOT Know? |
How Could You NOT Know?How could you NOT know that my feelings had crossed the bridge of friendshipand entered into the frightening waters of attraction?How could you NOT know that when I look at you ... Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 20:58:00 GMT |