Probably should be a song. Where's those music writers when you need one? Wrote this while disconned. Heh ( Read more... )

How I feel about Haiku
by L

Thirty seconds of / your life is over and gone / reading this bullshit

Thank you, Thank you!

Requiem
(for Lou)

We sat down on the porch,
And I watched him sway,
On the old wooden swing,
On a warm summer's day.

He looked out with tired eyes,
And lit a up a funny old smoke,
He took a big puff and inhaled,
Took it down, offered me a toke.

I'm going to fly away on Superman's cape ( Read more... )

Someone tell the Painter ( Read more... )

Faeries in teacups,
On gossamer wings,
Talk to her in echos,
While hummingbird sings.

In the sky that is dawning,
Or the night without stars,
She'd be the first to tell you,
The universe is still ours.

The artist and dreamer,
She sits and paints,
Vivid colors and hues,
This life never taints.

The hand of god defiled her ( Read more... )

Had dream. Wrote poem ( Read more... )

There is a girl I know ( Read more... )

I have this feeling of falling and drifting into

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thought patterns.