Poems of icy storm
|2.||Alone In a Crowded Room||11/17/2008|
|3.||Around Every Corner||11/11/2008|
|5.||Colors of My Life||11/17/2008|
|8.||Over The Hills and Far Away||11/17/2008|
|9.||Rough Around the Edges||11/17/2008|
|10.||Thank-You For Your Time||11/13/2008|
|12.||the next it is gone||3/10/2009|
|14.||through an opaque window||5/14/2009|
|15.||What are You Thinking?||11/17/2008|
Thank-You For Your Time
Time waits for nobody.
We are living our lives in nothing more than borrowed time.
Clawing with our fingernails through our darkest times, like a wandering worm traveling through the deepest darkest soils of earth.
Fools spend and waste time.
not knowing they will never return to an time they have once lived,
or see a time another has once seen.
They say 'the time is now'.
so cliche and such a lie.