Newest Additions:

Some Plants Have Leaves (9/25/08)

Ocean Waves (11/10/08) 

He said No (11/14/08)

The Game At Which I Used To Play (11/2/08)

And Then Some (11/24/08)

Self (3/14/09)

The Pain of Inspiration's Joy (4/02/09)

Memory's Blindness (and Our Own) (4/02/09)

Renovation (4/11/09)

Focus Never Deviating (5/21/09)

Ego (6/20/09)

Dove (6/21/09)

Throw it all to the Wind (1/2/12)

Shorts

As you look out into the night,

at all of the little pinpoints of white

pointing out all of the lights.

If the time is not right, 

Then the right time is in sight.

 

Seemingly InBetween Dreams

Sweet dreams,

as sweet, it   would seem,

as the morning suns glowing beams.

When you enter the time, inbetween

all of those dreams 

and think about what all of this means.

What do you do when your world crashes around you

and you are at a loss as of what to do,

and you look at your world anew,

and the good, familiar seem so few.

The Way the Day Fades Away

All I want to say

is that after I play,

all I wish is for a way

to sleep the day 

and my troubles away.

If You Were A Drug

If you were a drug, you'd be my _________.

Her presence, is intoxicating.

Her influence, like a drug.

Everything in your mind that seems complicating,

is thrown out the window, swept under the rug.