Words on Thought Ave |
Words on 'Thought Ave'
A bit of time to play in the meadows behind the frontal lobe
A place called 'Mind'. This place rivers words of intellect and melancholy.
Freely fed around the corner to 'Thoug...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Dec 2008 15:04:00 GMT |
Random |
RandomAgain he stares without blink.Stands without breath,Yet he stands high and tallForehead in the softness of the appearing cloudsHis name tattooed on his arm.Every one fears his glanceExcept her,S...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 16:43:00 GMT |
Real World |
Real World
Seeing Through a window of plastic Feeling more transpired than ever chanting; its our chance to take over, Our Chance to be who we want to live Our Chance to say what we want to sing.W...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 19:27:00 GMT |
She cries for you. |
She Cries For You.Now and then she cries at night..Inside a maze, inside the dark. Wishful feelings and desire of something never felt.Longing to feel, not knowing if felt. Now and then she has...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 00:05:00 GMT |
