Sonnet 17 |
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I lo...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 21:52:00 GMT |
Box Talk |
Well, Hello.Smith.Raining to-day is it? You know what?I never go to school when it rains.But my Mom doesn't understand.Stupid Mom, with all her reasons!She says, "Go to school!"So I jumped down from t...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 23:34:00 GMT |
Dreams of Demi-Gods |
Hello. Smith. I finally get some fresh air.It's not that I don't like tight places,but there are limits to everything.This place is a bit too tight.A box? It's not a way to treat someone.I look like ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 23:23:00 GMT |
The girl with the seashell breath(revised) |
I knew a girl once who smelled like an island. Her hair was sun beaten and coarse, but you could still run your fingers through it just fine. I hadn't thought of her in a very long time. Just another ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 13:57:00 GMT |
