02.15.50 - 06.07.08 |
My Dad, Or "Father of Mine," as I usually called him&.Was loved by all. Family. Friends. Most anyone that he met along the way. He was the kind of person that people gravitated towards, and wanted to ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 05:15:00 GMT |
Im. |
Staring up into the sky while all the rain is pouring downI'm reaching out for your help, but evil beings hold me backwardsAll shapes and shadows move in and out, they hover round my bedVoices arrive ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 04:15:00 GMT |
Stay. |
AroundRunning out Time servant Trip through the warm windFeelingSulking My impression grows Swayed stars part of my roomAnd You....You climbed the wreckA cold diamond heart, still beatingI'll never ev...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 03:45:00 GMT |
Just. |
As you take my hand. Just as you write my number down. Just as the drinks arrive. Just as they play your favourite song. As your bad day disappears. No longer wound up like a spring. Before you’...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 05:15:00 GMT |
If. |
You have been rejected many times in your life, then one more rejection isn't going to make much difference. If you're rejected, don't automatically assume it's your fault. The other person may have s...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:02:00 GMT |
My. |
National Lampoon's European Vacation: I spent the first part of July over in Europe (Barcelona, Florence and Rome). A short story about the trip would make for a great Novella. After all of these year...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 23:58:00 GMT |
Smile down on us sun. |
Show your rays when things come undoneAll animals lead us to light, when we can't seeStars, saturn and moon, glow for those who cannot get throughRain fall and voice sound for those of whom still are ...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 11:15:00 GMT |
I. |
Could use another weekend like the one I just had....Thank you....
Posted by on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 23:10:00 GMT |
Just. |
Deal with whatever this ain't about.... and drop it.Can you accept that there are two logical and equal sides to every argument when people's words only tend to change their instincts? ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 01:15:00 GMT |
Someone. |
Stop the hands of time. Every tick's a cruel blow. I want a world that's hers and mine, while the real one's put on hold. I want to taste the freedom we will never know. Someone stop the hands of time...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Jul 2006 23:15:00 GMT |
