Did you know you could? |
Do you know? Know the place? The place you brought me to? The place I felt you and only you? Do you know? The place you stripped me of safety? Do you know the home you drew me ... Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 02:41:00 GMT |
Creeping Home |
When the sadness creeps in& Reason seeps out.When the sadness creeps in& Passion burns cold.When the sadness creeps in&Failure cuts hope.When the sadness creeps in&I am home& again. Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 06:50:00 GMT |
It was in.... |
Was it was somewhere in the chair she made that she used at dinner? Or in the wind as it turned her inside, where she had all the answers and asked him the questions she did ... Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 05:16:00 GMT |
The binding tie |
It occurs to me that friendships are conditional. Not a new thought, but a specific angle of this thought has become more apparent lately. It is not who we are as people that will ma... Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 01:31:00 GMT |
"I wanna fuk you so bad!" |
I don't know why I expected photographers to be any different, but is it too much to ask for normal sexual harassments lines? My photographer last night said the expression I had turned him on a... Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 01:11:00 GMT |
Opression Makes Things Easy.... |
It occurred to me tonight, as a sat in inspired reverence watching the Russian credits roll on the film "The Lives of Others", How flaccid my deepest passions truly are. I found myself jealous o... Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 03:34:00 GMT |
waiting... |
Ah hell. I cant sleep. And it’s not because I’m bothered by anything, or excited, or not tired. I am tired. So tired my eyes water and my legs ache. But I am ... Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 04:59:00 GMT |
who? |
"Who is this body? Who is this mind? Who is this body? Who is this mind?" My yoga teacher asked us in repetition as we bent, held and stretched our bodies. The question struck ... Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 19:17:00 GMT |
The Power of Thought |
My best friend Ninja was telling me tonight that she once read a book that was talking about stunt drivers. They where doing an exercise where they would be driving and the instructor wo... Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 02:50:00 GMT |
journeying |
Page after page of writing stains my computer's constant thought and will to write to drive to bear forth my thought and my will. What? What am I saying? What am I ever say... Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 03:35:00 GMT |