Where the hurt is |
Sometimes the world seems so big, and I, smallThings you were a part of before, no longer really exsistBloody mouths from bitten tongues, what a familiar gameEmpty bags are all I have to show for a ge...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 18:26:00 GMT |
Flowered-head |
If you continue to burn up the herb; We're gonna burn down the canefield.
I love you, girlWhen I get low, I get high
Posted by on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 01:54:00 GMT |
In the ways, I am |
The tone in my voice sets the ways of my world. The words I utter decide the way my winds blow. I've found happiness in just being and am comforted by the imperfections of this material worl...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 09:45:00 GMT |
world atmosphere |
purpose drives. drives me into some crazy confused rut. i've been trying really hard to find purpose in all things i do, but the subject matter always seems to escape me. its hard to find anything tha...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 01:21:00 GMT |
el fin [pictures] |
high schools over kids. thanks for the memories, they'll live forever in my heart. i wish you all the best in whatever you choose to do in life. the sky is the limit!
T-dizzles class
jorelles a mo'fu...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 16:43:00 GMT |
I'll rise in the east and fall |
I'll rise in the east and fall jan. 28, 2007
I watched as that sun faded from your sky
I watched the world die in your eyes
I watched as the melanin fleeted from your cheeks
I watched you as you fel...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 22:40:00 GMT |
subtle martyrs in bloom |
crack my head open like an eggletting my thoughts spill out on a table,a plateau,you.head dizzy spinning to the ground letting me fallyou are what ive foundbetrayed by those birds sitting on toadstool...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 18:59:00 GMT |
fresh piece of the pie. |
im running out of time. slowly but surely, that clock ticks until time has no name or hour. ive realized this thing called life is treated like a race. everybody just bustling by, kn...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 01:44:00 GMT |
el fin. |
dirt and seeds are all we had and look what we've created.we watched that empty lot flourish into a beautiful garden.we worked when the sun rose in the east until it fell solemnly in the west.we ...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 11:34:00 GMT |
Theory. |
In the beginning, we are all set and placed along a path.We mind our peas and cues and keep our hands neatlyfolded in our laps.We speak only when spoken to and respectany elder that may come our way.W...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 03:36:00 GMT |
