There is a tiredness to my soul ( Read more... )

Have you ever smelled roses in the dead of winter? I have. I have seen them bloom thru the tile of my cold, kitchen floor, fighting for breath among the lifeless linoleum. Their thorns, like claws, dragging; scraping their way thru my house, slowly to my room, dragging their flowers with them like horse drawn carriages. They've come as far my bed, ( Read more... )

TABITHA ( Read more... )

am I your little joke ( Read more... )

THE LOVERS ( Read more... )

UNIVERSAL POKER ( Read more... )

WARMTH ( Read more... )

THE MOVER ( Read more... )

So, I havn't written in over four years, and just like that, bam, out of the blue I have ideas floating in my mind that weren't there before. At least I don't think they were. Two lines, two little nothing lines that seem to totaly sum up everything about me in the last four years of drought ( Read more... )