Vertigo |
Poignant, belligerent insults of disbelief. This mind altering state of self. What say you, Dear Heart, in this case of vertigo. I am here, yet I am there. Pour me a ...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:00:00 GMT |
Thoughts of an Incontinent Spirit |
It is a hard truth to bear, the waning of ones emotions, surrounded by glass walls, holding in one hand rubber and the other rock. I want the most out of this life as I support an incontinen...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 20:31:00 GMT |
Green Oddity |
Running past the stairs, I almost missed him, his neck long and winding, like a snake. Stretched taught and upward, he was peering up the stairs. When the vision my eyes saw reached my brain, I ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 May 2007 02:17:00 GMT |
Sceptre's Dance |
We danced together, hand in hand
Sceptres crossed we controlled the land
So vivid your face as we gazed forthright
Happy I was, Happy that night......
Copyright © 2007
Sceptre
To imagine in your dream...
Posted by on Thu, 03 May 2007 23:38:00 GMT |
Escape |
Blessed in silence, I safely slept
As my heart acknowledged its shallowed depth
It poured emotions into dreams
That pierced my minds reality
~~E~~
Copyright © 2007
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 09:33:00 GMT |
Today I Want to Be Me |
Today I want to be me. I want to be no one else but me. I want to be my pride, my happiness, my muse, my confidant, I want to be all things to myself.
Tomorrow, I want to be me. I wa...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 18:30:00 GMT |
Hovering |
Is it in hopes that things will change, hovering, waiting for a magic moment that does not exist? What happened to being on the same page at the same time? Who now turns the pages that we can not meet...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 06:18:00 GMT |
Impatience is Mine Enemy |
If I were someone else, would you come? If I were who I was then, would you come? If I were that which sufficed, would you come? If I were that which you yearned, would you come? Are you so satisified...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 05:08:00 GMT |
A Purpose Unknown |
The repetitive nature of most, lost souls in a myriad of emotion. Loosed light acknowledging darkness, polluting it with opposition. Listless Armour needing cause and justification. Found righteousnes...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 19:08:00 GMT |
Bliss |
Escape. Release. Contentment. Fornication. Retribution. Requited bliss of an eternal nature.Sought since the recorded attribution of history. Personal fortitude and grace, uncommon.Relinquished lives ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 18:34:00 GMT |
