They say I'm delicate, but I feel strong.
To see what I've seen and feel what I've felt.
Once here and now it's gone, like the sun in the sky in a dead winter's mourn.
Dream it again, like I've dreamed it before.
You say I'm no dreamer, but I think you're wrong.
It takes me away to a glimpse of a soar.
Above the trees and mounds of green grass
We used to ( Read more... )

i couldnt do it.
whatever i was suppose to do.
i couldnt do it.
i wanted to do the right thing, handle the situation in the way i was suppose to, but I just dont know how.

i cant ignore the hurt.
it just crept up and choked me out.
when i came to i tried to figure out why it hurt so much.

there is a lot of residue from our previous fight. some girl from ( Read more... )

i have a good shot i have a good shot i have a good shot i have a good shot ( Read more... )

when i eat soup with a piece of bread with some sort of cream cheese on it, im reminded of my father and being a small kid.
he liked to put cream cheese in and on everything. when he made my lunches, it was a cream cheese and jelly samwich.

when my stomach hurt, he would bring down a piece of bread soaked in milk. he said it would make me feel better ( Read more... )

similar to a feather
or pedal
or leaf
wafting from above
to the down below.
floating
suspended
striving
for above.
to rise
to remain high
& leave
the coldness of
the winter's ground.

i wanna swim in the sea and lay in the sun.
wash all over me
dry and sink into the land
lonely, lonely rain
take it away
coming in bruscamente
as your sound crescendos on a roof top tin
drowning the moans of the sun
and leaving us bundled & huddled
fingertips icy to the touch
keeping our delicate necks lonely
dreaming, humming, loving
warm, sun goes
mountains ( Read more... )

Goddard should have made A Man is A Man.
I would have been a bigger fan.

ive missed a few months.
there's been a bit of travel and more to come.
a lot of frustration and devastation
but things are moving towards the busy semi-stressed road.
the weather is warming up
and i wanna be brown town mcgee. or mcnee.

i think im gonna make a pie today.
raw banana cream pie.
but ill go get a crust cause im lazy
and after i get home from ( Read more... )

there's an orchestra of frogs outside my window pane.
every day they grow in numbers.
i wonder if, one day, they'll drown out the silence of the night.
oh, won't christmas be displeased!

    "...a powerful sorceress scribes the most intricate of her mischiefs and mishaps alongside her mircales and marvels. When faced with the saddest of all human emotion, she can only scribe:
..love.. "