queen without a crown |
i used to wear many hats and now i have no hairfor i am a queen without a crown.i could do just about anythingno combsjust looks.i'm breaking, slowly.because i can't break down, not yetmaybe tomorrowt...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Oct 2009 08:35:00 GMT |
nothing |
i don't know myselfi can't see pastthe future is attacking my tonguebefore i can spit out the wordsbecause all i amis many wordsthat don't mean a damned thingi am no more than the water in the creekan...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 19:09:00 GMT |
random things in eugene (will be updated as i feel the need) |
people are strange. life is just as strange. i thought i wanted to make a mental note of life as i see it - strangely. when i see something weird, this is where i will put the memory.1. kids playing w...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 10:20:00 GMT |
fit for a king |
this is your empiresomething you own.do with it whatever you wantjust make sure i can come alongbecause in the life of a kingthat you live from day to dayi just want to witness somethingthat will take...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 18:17:00 GMT |
my love is an ocean |
make me smile;as our eyes meet, we can breathe in the sun.overture in a passage so blatantly obsessed&its all composed by the words that come between your lips.a bit of harmony with a touch of brilli...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 18:04:00 GMT |
never want to be |
you know you can bethe first of this centuryto bleed through & find truthto know what you should doyou know it could be anythingnow sometimes you might finda crack or a fault linebut dressed down, or ...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 17:04:00 GMT |
unknown. |
sometimes it feels like a part of me has died.and i'm here to continue this legacyof the unknowni had a hold of what was going on around meand now i'm just a passenger on this ride.this ride of the un...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 15:45:00 GMT |
leaves on trees. |
as the sun hits, sending chemicals up the tree.making it strong, and sturdy enough for me.i climb to the top of that old oak tree.and i think that in a few months the leaves will be red.so i take adva...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 09:53:00 GMT |
hands aren't shovels. |
I went into a bodythrough bones and marrowto find a tainted heart of goldscreeching like a telephonepick me up, pick me upbefore I head back hometo a place unknowndetecting it all the metal is brashyo...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 12:58:00 GMT |
attack life. |
stop looking and go find it.you'll see that it is everywheredeath can ruin your dreamsso start living them todaydon't hate, and learn to loveit flows from riversand you can taste it in the airbecause ...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Mar 2009 21:59:00 GMT |
