rain rivers slowly ( Read more... )

He is a cheerio with whole-grain goodness and cancer ( Read more... )

my life is a harmonic series
and I am the fundamental
my friends are overtones
and my enemies the dissonance
between the life I live
and the life I hope to have
lies the difference tone
and everyday I seem to be
more and more in tune
though in life like in music
there will always be slight
differences in pressure
we will never sound perfect

time to say what I mean
time to say what I mean in a timely fashion
because I have no time left
to say anything
that I don't mean

(inside you're horrified ( Read more... )

these long arms
__can't encompass
____the entire world,
______but this mind,
________this imagination,
__________can dream longer
____________in dreams we
______________build mountains
________________out of cobwebs

east side seperated from west
and all of the houses are
decorated in their sunday best
the evil sentences of ghosts
often forgot and the pretty poor
left in the rich rich boasts
of all that think we can
live in the pen

pit

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these fat fleshy finger prints ( Read more... )

who promises to keep her warm at night?
cutting cold, hollow blows window
curtains, the storm misses her, sleeping,
white as snow, pouring a mountain of
scarves in blue and grey, few down threads
and pillow cases, a mitten made with care,
blows down her closet and chills the air.