ever felt this way? |
right under my feet there's air made of bricks pulls me down turns me weak for you i find myself repeating like a broken tune and i'm forever excusing your intentions and i give in to my pre...
Posted by crayonsaint on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 11:02:00 PST |
retravelling this lifeline thats so close to home... |
and you'll want to tell me somethingjust like every other timeand our hopes will rise,and we will watch them fallyou're still written in my days, all the pages coming back to mei will carry you a...
Posted by crayonsaint on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 04:22:00 PST |
smithereens |
I saw your pictureIt made me sorryFor all the thingsI never saidIt seems that youHave cause to worryIt seems that youDon't wish me wellBehind the victimBehind the troubleAre all the thingsYou've not e...
Posted by crayonsaint on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 08:40:00 PST |
dark road - annie lennox |
IT'S A DARK ROADAND A DARK WAY THAT LEADS TO MY HOUSEAND THE WORD SAYSTHAT YOU'RE NEVER GONNA FIND ME THERE, OH NOI'VE GOT AN OPEN DOORIT DIDN'T GET THERE BY ITSELFIT DIDN'T GET THERE BY ITSELF...THER...
Posted by crayonsaint on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 09:22:00 PST |
play your memory like the piper... |
"and i guess that's how you started like a pinprick to my heart but at this point you rush right through me and i start to drown..."
i keep hoping that one of these days i'm going to wake up and not r...
Posted by crayonsaint on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 11:45:00 PST |
el laberinto del fauno (pan's labyrinth) |
what an amazing movie! if you've not seen it, do!
Posted by crayonsaint on Sun, 20 May 2007 11:30:00 PST |
happiness is... |
a muscle relaxer and a hot starbucks! happy friday.
Posted by crayonsaint on Sat, 12 May 2007 08:43:00 PST |
come early morning... |
"you can't control where your heart goes. if you think you can, best not let it roll too far."
Posted by crayonsaint on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 03:36:00 PST |
crayonsaint? |
i am constantly asked about the origin and or meaning of my screen-name. "crayonsaint" came about almost twenty years ago. it was in a line of a poem i was writing for my best friend anita...
Posted by crayonsaint on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 04:39:00 PST |
by picadilly station... |
do you ever wonder where love goes?
out there in the ether, i suppose.
sometimes it burns enough to leave a trace in the air.
the ghost of me and you in a parallel world somewhere.
do you ever ...
Posted by crayonsaint on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 08:36:00 PST |
