something needs out |
Don't let it flow and damn the dam that blocks me. Just a few strokes to ease the stress welled up in deep watery eyes. Not strokes of generous just smart enough to justify being said. Said, though cr...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 22:47:00 GMT |
T-R-E-E |
Now I'm stumped and reaching from my rooted grave for another chance to liven up my lost life. Grow up and get cut down for wood for fire for heat for your daily newspaper. I'm done being burned alive...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 01:40:00 GMT |
My own morning, sick with rhymes |
In search of the right ballpoint pen I found that these characters we call demons are at last my super heroes, guiding grace. Care takes care takers and I multiply singular into plural with out a doub...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 12:35:00 GMT |
7 |
Oh, this wrenching feeling in my chest. It's old and frail fingers tickling and probing the young pink heart I have grown. I breath out and the dust from my past coughs out onto the floor in front of ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 12:09:00 GMT |
Extreme makeover soul edition |
I am a kitten under the bedCoaxing and craning you reach underneathI shrink further away at the warmth of your handNot knowing the love there is, the hand dreams to stroke against my furI see only the...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 10:32:00 GMT |
I hear Absolution |
One, two, three, four, five how many more... a second or two for each. Green and flashy, I sit and scratch my head as I wait. Six, seven, eight, common now, any day. If Im in a hurry Ill have to wait....
Posted by on Fri, 25 Aug 2006 15:52:00 GMT |
The Dark Inside |
I'm made of clay. My world presses and squeezes against me forcing me into shapes that never harden. I never know what's going to come next so I give in and stop trying to control it. I see lots of ha...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 15:03:00 GMT |
Still haven't learned to slow down... |
I'm just a little girl, sitting on my window sill. I've been told not to but I can see the world from up here. I can smell the air and taste the rain that is on its way. I read my book up here. I feel...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 12:58:00 GMT |
Tossing and Turning |
"Touch me baby tainted love" I'm listening to the Cure as I type this.
My eyes are like hot coals, writhing within their confinements. Aching mind, bleeding feet and the Faint whisper through the ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
Inferior |
My left hand is numb. Too many days without circulation, I'm cut off from the world. An empty transformer, electric, lost. Handsome devils peek out of the closets of my dreams, wielding staffs with sh...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
