The Magician |
The Magician Every Halloween the toothless magician who lived down the street pulled tootsie rolls from behind my ears. His face, worn from old age, and covered in laugh lines resembled the wrinkled t...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 11:57:00 GMT |
Maybe you think about me too? |
These lyrics make me think of you...maybe you think about me to? This is from Ani Difranco's new CD Red Letter Year... its fucking rad!i could sing you 'round a pole
i could talk you up a tree
bu...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 01:05:00 GMT |
The largest organ |
My skin stretches from my body to your grasping/ groping hands. It fits comfortably under your fingertips.
*lines to a new poem perhaps?*
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 01:22:00 GMT |
A piece of magic |
Voices that spoke old English and farmiliar words filled the air as our toes became numb in our summertime shoes. Our theatre style laughs continued into the evening as we found ourselves searching fo...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 01:18:00 GMT |
Sigh of Relief... finshed poem |
Finished....The water rings leave perfect cirles on the table, counting the number of glasses that have been emptied as our hands wrestle and our eyes avoid eyes. Our shadows on the wall are giants in...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 23:27:00 GMT |
Summer blonde |
A poem that i started todayYou pierce my lungs with your pale ale breathI can not inhale you for too long without signs of inebriation Please drink me like your summer blondeIntroduce me to your blood...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 17:47:00 GMT |
screaming |
Sometimes i forget to breathe when i think about what took my breath away, that day.... those DAYS it happened. more than once. Never again i said.... Shouted to myself in the shower to trying to wash...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 00:00:00 GMT |
Water marks |
the begining of a new poem.... maybe.... if i ever finsh itThe water rings leave perfect cirles on the table, counting the number of glasses that have been emptied as our hands wrestle and our eyes av...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 01:18:00 GMT |
Siloutte |
Do you still see my siloutte in the reflection of the windows that you pass but do you go into. I'm not holding your hand, and I am not walking beside you anymore. Can you still find my hairs on your ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 01:14:00 GMT |
Sappy Love songs own my soul... growl |
Why do i let my self find sappy lyrics and post them, when i know it will get me know where... I'LL TELL YOU WHY... its because I wear my heart on my fucking sleeve, and I am OWNED by my own emotions....
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 01:08:00 GMT |
