tiny poems from seclusion of mind |
that hot and stickynight when thetrain sounded to me its miseryi realised about life and living,and, near the end, death.my heartbeat, &n
bsp; ...
Posted by Grace on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 06:41:00 PST |
Brain Virus |
i am here in the chair shaking and shiveringhere is a pot of warm soup, here, try some!here is a bottle of cold grape soda. i don't even like grape soda. i don't even like th...
Posted by Grace on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 04:48:00 PST |
mr. counting |
do i love him?i can't really tell what it is buthe's everywhere i look
those curls
and when i turn it is some stranger whohappens to have his shoes.do i really love him? cos if i did it w...
Posted by Grace on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 04:42:00 PST |
oatway swims |
this is the day the whole world changed.
i walked across the sandy beach - (what beach isn't sandy?) i had my towel wrapped around my head like a hooded cloak. the only things i wan...
Posted by Grace on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 04:39:00 PST |
me |
my name sits on the asphalt like a white ghost-
GRACE?
i don't know if it was meant to be a question. is it written like that on his heart? if i cut him open could i see it, ...
Posted by Grace on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 11:43:00 PST |
frog |
i fell asleep and had strange dreams
i dreamt of you and you.
tonight while walking i saw broken hearts beating pulpily on everywhere. how is this possible? an old man walked...
Posted by Grace on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 11:38:00 PST |
well |
what she would never understand
is the way
everyone looked at her. through half closed eyes, their gleaming slits sent laser beams of contempt and haughtiness. they seemed to questi...
Posted by Grace on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 03:32:00 PST |
Sea |
as i walked across the pointed black rocks i realised they were breathing sharp breaths (GASP) in and (SIGH) out. i kneel down and lay my head just near it, i cannot touch my face to it because ...
Posted by Grace on Sun, 27 May 2007 12:43:00 PST |
waking |
today will be restless, of that she is already quite sure. she's only just awoken and doesn't know what to do with herself. once every few weeks it gets like this. it's as tho...
Posted by Grace on Sat, 19 May 2007 03:58:00 PST |
"You cause problems" |
today i am remembering a room full of disembodied bronzed heads. on pedestals. it was a dark and sunny room, and oxymoron. walls and floors of wood. on the far side, a giant le...
Posted by Grace on Sat, 19 May 2007 03:37:00 PST |
