blackbird, singing..

[poezante]

Whatever you say to do,
I don’t know if I can shake this disease
I have been numb for weeks
And its pains me to see you hurt
At times the end
Is where we should rest
And I know this is for the best
Even though you wrought to see it close to our begin
May you always have that special kindling affect on me
Perhaps, in another time when stresses of life seem to fade
Will this be…
But then maybe in that span
I will be a distant memory,
Forgotten all together
And hated for all that I do,
That being awful and curt
For it pains me to see you hurt
[This message has been edited by poezante (edited 06 June 2001).]

 

[poezante]

 

[FunGuy]

in the dead of night...take these sunken wings and learn to fly...all your life...you were only waiting for this moment to arrive...you were only waiting for this moment...to arrive...

 

[Stasis]

Or is all thats left deja vu.
A reflection of a splendorous reflection.
Dancing this grand ballet till morning light.
Ever so close, ever so fleading.

{{{Poe}}}

 

[]ßr3@K[]

Emotional turmoil
confusion
fear
work
money
job
school
love
like
callous
stress
I walk along the side of the road where the sand's turned to not-quite-mud thinking about these things as cars pass, puddles splash, rain drips down my back.
I think back to better days. Younger, happier, more naive. Sometimes I imagine I'm a kid again. Sometimes this makes me happy. Others it saddens me to think that, though I'm in pain, and though my heart hearts, and though I've suffered through so much "growth", I would not have had the wonderful experience of knowing her, had I not yet grown.
So I look at my life from below a rainsoaked hood, brush the soggy hair out of my face, and tread on home.
I really need a car.