Twice |
He loathes her need, remembering being.
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 07:14:00 GMT |
Yesterday |
Like a dream come trueWakeing up next to youNot because we'd slept together,but in the time, the things we've weatheredIrreverent and thoughtlessnessMy stomachs ear saying thisI've missed you
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 08:21:00 GMT |
"My Love" by the Czars |
If you're lucky, lucky enough today
To have someone
To whom you feel you got something to say
Don't think it over, don't let 'em slip away
He read to her from his poetry
But that could never be...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 23:26:00 GMT |
Askance |
Silently overspoken in gesture
Endearing annoyance
Misappointed lecture
A smile and vacant joyance
Twice the time thinking
Divided by your betrayals
Redelivered blinking
All accepted after his ...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 18:35:00 GMT |
Alone |
by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not beenAs others were; I have not seenAs others saw; I could not bringMy passions from a common spring.From the same source I have not ta...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 02:33:00 GMT |
what was |
Onto vast horizons
we always stood
motionless
and what was wondered was what was lost
Traced over skys
we always stayed
persistent
and what was gained was what was endured
Rushing black waterfall...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 18:32:00 GMT |
less than three |
Senses appeased.
Existential Righteousness
For him or for her?
For her, ...
For him?
Likewise
Familiar
Cutting eyes to nowhere real
Perfection : (.,?!)
The addiction
Lost again
Sadly, ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 03:08:00 GMT |
Ms. |
...excuse me?
Ageing permeable ears,
you see.
"I’m sorry"
Heard before again before
Treasure finding,
And out for the day
Leave a note,
aka message
How many way’s can they say the s...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 21:12:00 GMT |
excerpt from... ... ... ... ... |
..."All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously."
At the time Switters had disputed her assertion. Even at...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 07:41:00 GMT |
Intelurosis |
Sun blocked by a building, she walks in it's shadow. Ordinary sidewalks. Bundled tight. Distances herself from the brick to her right. Seeing the crosswalk ahead, again an...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:06:00 GMT |
