So, yeah, check out my poem/prose/stream of consciousness mental dump.


B a l l o o ni tend to float through life like a b a l l o o n.B a l l o o n
alone, until someone takes
hold of my string and [drags] brings me along, somewhere only to let go, again i float .
usually, with no direction 'till the wind
pushesme somewhere
i put up no fight. balloons, after all, are
pushovers. they've got no
"kick" .
luckily,
i haven't run out of [hydrogen] air to keep me


Please, singthat feeling was there i felt it bubbling up in my throat the longing to just sing call out a song verse cry out a rhyme have it echo around an empty room i waited and held it in it's been awhile and she's drawing in quiet be foolish to break that peace hummm in my head tap my fingers scratch scratch pencil over lines it's close for now remember days of open song new tunes every week it was cool and beautiful and lame and now part of another life i still feel it though burning in my chest and lungs how has the voice changed?Please, sing


Recycled IdeasRecycled IdeasRecycled Ideas
My baby turned as blue as the moon.
I called you and asked if you wanted to come [see].
You said take a photo and show you next week
but my camera is blue and the film is too.
So I sold them all (yes the baby too)
and bought a new home
and a new you.


Our Home Is Odd and BarredOur Home is Odd & BarredOur Home Is Odd and Barred
today. I woke up with many pockets. I searched each one, hoping to find your hand or your eyes. instead there was only tiny elephants and giraffes. No. Stop staring. I'm not a zoo. I won't entertain you for a small fee then cry when you leave. tonight. you will go to sleep in socks with ]no toes[ many holes i'll laugh 'cause I can see your toes. you'll pout and say that tiny elephants and giraffes invaded your sock drawer last night , bent on full cotton annihilation. &nbs

this is one of those holy fucking shit watercolors
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