crystallized in time ( Read more... )

i work on inpulse wich isnt always best but its who i seem to be so thats just the way it is

days are layed to show the way a road less travled is always paved a drop a dime a tank of gass the bullet left of broken glass the sky a brid its blue and turned at west where we lost sight and dim light glows an hour past the dot that grows the odd picked nest alone at best and at best alone the ringing phone would fall as water waves the name of ( Read more... )

I once knew a man who said "Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back."

Im 1/3 my dads age should i feel old?

I dont think its time
they say it is for me
this growing up thing
it never seemed right to me
id like to stay this way
even if i change today
i dont think its time
its just not ment for me

Im 1/3 my dads age should i feel old?

Thers an account of leaving ( Read more... )

this tunnle vison ( Read more... )

where would we all go ( Read more... )

as she is as a rose
the painter paints her as she knows
the beauty red
the beauty bright
in the day and or night
as she is as a rose
shes viewed along the winding road
the beauty seen
the beauty known
for the world as a poem
as she is as a rose
the painter paints herself im told

theres a little part of me ( Read more... )