Newest Additions:
Some Plants Have Leaves (9/25/08)
Ocean Waves (11/10/08)
He said No (11/14/08)
The Game At Which I Used To Play (11/2/08)
And Then Some (11/24/08)
Self (3/14/09)
The Pain of Inspiration's Joy (4/02/09)
Memory's Blindness (and Our Own) (4/02/09)
Renovation (4/11/09)
Focus Never Deviating (5/21/09)
Ego (6/20/09)
Dove (6/21/09)
Shorts
As you look out into the night,
at all of the little pinpoints of white
pointing out all of the lights.
If the time is not right,
Then the right time is in sight.
Seemingly InBetween Dreams
Sweet dreams,
as sweet, it would seem,
as the morning suns glowing beams.
When you enter the time, inbetween
all of those dreams
and think about what all of this means.
What do you do when your world crashes around you
and you are at a loss as of what to do,
and you look at your world anew,
and the good, familiar seem so few.
The Way the Day Fades Away
All I want to say
is that after I play,
all I wish is for a way
to sleep the day
and my troubles away.
If You Were A Drug
If you were a drug, you'd be my _________.
Her presence, is intoxicating.
Her influence, like a drug.
Everything in your mind that seems complicating,
is thrown out the window, swept under the rug.