lyric |
Can it be again, ever it was- wind of morning beating up against the stars, Stormy branches tossing petals through the door, petals softly scatter down the polished floor, morning blown as brittle thi...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 00:11:00 GMT |
narrative #1 engl 1180 |
The faded wallpaper devastates the mismatched décor of the room. She lies on a paisley patterned sofa; did they leave her there? Aligned on the nearside table, in order of importance, were a drink, a ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 11:01:00 GMT |
You first. |
Oh, pardon me. Please excuse my ability to feel, my emotions, and your faults. Mistakes are made when the ashes of cigarettes can't soothe the pain you inflict on those around you. When your breaths s...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 04:55:00 GMT |
this fits. |
I am the point break of too much in too little. I am a festering wound of forced compliments in an elevator. My entire body is an awkward mess of emotion and you keep me grounded in this state. My hea...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 06:13:00 GMT |
this is over. |
Hands grasped tight, the perfect idea of what love should be, experienced for the first time with one you could never really know. Terrified to say the perfect word for an imperfect mismatch of experi...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 14:55:00 GMT |
Whoever you are. |
I poured my heart into what I thought was only a connection between two friends, though what was unexpected was an escalation into a love I could not pronounce. The way your lips tasted like something...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 19:41:00 GMT |
I forgot that I wrote this. |
Deep, you said. I could be deep. I can be deep under covers they way you're too deep to breathe when you realize I'm nothing but problems and it's slowly caving in on you. Crashing down like it does w...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 06:45:00 GMT |
