damn paper

no more sweets

Sun, 16 Nov 2003 03:10:29 GMT

this lily's petals are all worn thin
her mouth is dry,
her heart is tick-tick-ticking
the cake is baked
and the buttons undone
the sweet sensation has left her awhile ago
now she's blindfolded,
pinning the tail on the donkey.

when it rains, it pours

Sun, 09 Nov 2003 18:08:32 GMT

so gently it comes down
like the stroke of a chord
go on,
run through it
drive through it
love through it.
though--soon you'll have to wipe it all away
like another rainy day.

green glass, blue glass, red glass

Fri, 31 Oct 2003 02:09:09 GMT

oh pick the glass
from the road
here they come (swiftly) past,
too loud
too fast
I hug my knees
you walk away,
feeling alone.
I'm sorry.

i'm an orange.

Fri, 24 Oct 2003 03:24:16 GMT

peel me off
piece by piece
this way,
you won't know what you're doing
just keep peeling
until my heart is naked

(like last time)

Ah yes.

Mon, 20 Oct 2003 00:01:20 GMT

Yep. This journal is friends only. I know, I know, I don't like it either when I come across a journal and its friends only, but...I had to change it for security reasons.

So comment and hopefully I'll add you back.