meh

The violin player looks for the cue

each sweep, of the bow fires and explains

sweet days of autumn rain;

beautiful, and so full of pain.

whispering shadows while the bow caresses again

stories of a place in a flutter of an eyelash

where the birds have gone away

and he loves the bare, and silent trees

and the sip of tears in the mist

loving the ( Read more... )

lamented the loss of fire
once it filled your entire being
sparks live at the mercy of a breeze
now clings to dry wood, and leaves

Smilies are foriegn
to your baren face,
to see you breaks my heart
you're a lost peice of art
no, a masterpeice ruined by the rain
with only the artist to blame

when did your eyes become so fake?
its as though the daylight can't ( Read more... )

We're too lost,

to lose hope,

maybe the night seems so dark

becasue the day is much too bright

for us to see

that we are cured

i love this site so much more than my melodram site!

so i stayed home again today, meh ::cough cough:: and i have pnemoniea so im going to the hospitol tonight to monitor my lungs woohoo
 so please leave me fun messages to read when i get back so ill be Happy!

short poema

today i broke my guitar

it fell out of the car

and now im sad

further seems ( Read more... )

avoiding studing,while looking for my lost Ugg Boot,kicking a waterpolo ball, typing this, and naming my guitars. Three cheers for procrastination and multi-tasking!

Big fish=good stuff x (10)2

Death to ambition
Let it all go
Stop fighting
Start writing
Smoother your old aspirations
They've lost their sensations
Couldn't reach them anyway
They were as tangible as the words you say

See a penny
Pick it up
and all day long
you'll have
good luck
I can tell your smiling by your eyes
a new light is on the rise
You made your escape
cut through all the black ( Read more... )

i was crying when i met you
now i'm dying to forget you
your love is sweet misery

Did it almost make you feel,
that something's got to happen soon,
when you wake up feeling lost in your own room

you accompanied me on a day of sweetness

(feilds of lavender)

and as you turned to look at the edge to a sonnet

I carlessly let myself soar down into a grey portal that ends in water

and you noticed my absence at first

but then you the fields took your memory away

you couldn't even remember who it was you walked with

I saw that look of perfect ( Read more... )