tangled words
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
(writing in the dark)
writing in the dark
is such fun
you never know
what it will look like
or what you may have
ended up saying when
the lights are on and all
is done
such fun, like life fun,
such a mess
¶ 4:02 AM 2 comments
Sense
I don’t say much of sense
but I do ramble about and feel
things too, like you and you
my crumbly walls are true
they’re true
and unhappy holes are old
they’re old
and sex is clouds, its true its true
unreachable and wild
and new, they’re new
the dark and rain
come through and through -
¶ 2:56 AM 2 comments
puddles and pebbles
I try, I try
The sky is too high and blue,
its blue -
touch me here
and here and here -
my thighs have minds of their own
wetness brings on the rain
and clouds and holes and walls
there is nothing new
so few so few
and we bring on the rain
the roofs the roofs
the roofs leak
Friday, December 09, 2005
Sieze the moment
Sieze the moment! they say,
Oh yeah?
where exactly
do you want me
to grab it?
Don't worry
that was sarcastic
I have it here
in my hand, already
that ain't
the hard bit ¶ 9:40 PM 0 comments
Oh yeah?
where exactly
do you want me
to grab it?
Don't worry
that was sarcastic
I have it here
in my hand, already
that ain't
the hard bit ¶ 9:40 PM 0 comments
