perfect petals |
the perfection in a petal
is something new to me,
now my eyes can see
i feel
a new awakening
as her hair caresses my cheeks
in the morning wind
the gentle sting of the cold
a reminder
she,...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 21:59:00 GMT |
symbols for feelings |
sweet utterances of symbolic words for feelings, emotions pouring from my cracked glass where most of the liquid spilt upon the table of imagination and curiosity. hurting hearts that arent mine and l...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 22:47:00 GMT |
where everyone knows your name |
this is san franciscowhere everyone knows your name.body:so i started school a couple days ago. ive been transporting my little self via my friend bart and all his glory of no morning stresses and a q...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 19:42:00 GMT |
scribbled hands |
so the rain outside has dwindled down to its very last drip drop to the ground that is now steaming with the memories of winter's bitter sting screaming like the wind through one ear and out the ot...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 23:51:00 GMT |
freedom queen |
intimacy is a power i crave to utilize yet "MINE" is a fucking scary word free spirit, real love proud, open, smiles, independant, a leaf in the wind a leaf in the concrete dependable living ow...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Apr 2006 16:27:00 GMT |
there is nothing else |
i was so excited to be home and be free... but this game isnt as exciting as i held it up to be... the single card is a tough hand to play. jealousy tends to eat away at your last living power to stay...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 19:48:00 GMT |
light as a feather, stiff as a board |
feelings into words,
feelings into words.. why does this have to be so hard. words will never make you feel the same as you do.
maybe if you could see me smiling,
maybe then youd know how i feel...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Mar 2004 16:49:00 GMT |
say hello to every star tonight |
lately...i've memorized all of the cracks in my walls, and began to name the spiders creeping across my floori know the sounds, smells, feelingsthe butterflys lay dead in my stomachwont you wake them ...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Mar 2004 14:44:00 GMT |
send to me the smell of flowers |
read to me the end of your favorite book, send to me the smell of flowers, let me walk upon the dirt of your secret place, stand by me before the paint of a beautiful picture, and hold my hand for now
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2004 21:26:00 GMT |
my god this is random... dont even try to understand. |
-what is your greatest contribution?--the stars are purer, the darkness more inviting, a vague half-light tints the eternal dome, and the sweet pale dawn awaiting its time seems to be wandering ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2004 17:55:00 GMT |
