I write about love
" So I got me some horses
To ride on, to ride on
As long as your army keeps perfectly still"
(one of my favorite songs) more »
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- rugged waltz -new-
- there's a sledgehammer on my temple -new-
- tin foil wrapped around a cold mountain ...
- when paper made noise and mailboxes were...
- shrapnel shouts from a tree house
- hi ho silver 'n an aye for an aye
- we are twitching, we are living, we are ...
- If I'm Building A Fort It's Gonna Be In ...
- even clouds wear cowboy hats
- this.. wait, this is... hold up, i thin...
- so phantom, so profound, so what
- to be the lilting laughter you loved abo...
- stubbing my wing on the sound of wind
- honey on my fingers
Mandolyn ... Poems
it was the way you touched my skin...
i used to be cold before summer dropped you off and left you on the edge of my bed-
out the window
he hates bright lights and sunshine, waking up and smiling only when he must- except the time his smile jumped me
it is almost poetry
a light bulb burned out which means i have a great idea... you have to pull the moon apart
so look, i think of you
and i hoist your name up to my throat; only music comes out like horses
hijack my heart again, fool
toss the lotion and catch the sun, while it leaks through snow cracked sky you can make me shiver when you pour it on
even clouds wear cowboy hats
i used to closet country songs headphone every twang; others say it's corn fed shit i say it's feel good grit
i danced with a hobo
he smelled like beef and cheese two of my favorite things swift, he was
Falling Down A Well- Well, You Pushed M...
you chopped me down, little tree, i am told me something i'd rather not hear, rather not be here looking at you-
i got in a car with a stranger
when it rains i forget my way home tinted windows look warm
leaving the dream ajar
my hands came clean when you forced them into yours 'you'll be happier with me' you nagged,
to be the lilting laughter you loved abo...
i won't dye my hair the color of what i thought we were at one time- fantastic blood, though fading now at my french canadian roots- you probably never knew how close i was to kidnapping Banff
God has been biting his nails again
He spread the smog with a butter knife over the night sky, but if you peered close enough you would have seen that white, bent line
The Flowers Are Somewhere Else
i tie myself to a rock and i sink down to the bottom of the best part- the heart is far
replay me when i'm dead
i was behind a Hearse today and didn't realize it until i did which was about five miles later and three rounds of listening to this one song
Quotationsmore quotations »
'''Nobody understands my obsession with fictional men'''your-ecards -pirate patch
'''And those who were seen dancing-F. Nietzsche
were thought to be insane
by those who could not hear the music'''
''i wish i had an elephant''me
''my banana bread brings all the boys to the yardme
and they're like
'It's better than moms! ' damn right, it's better than moms.
i'd teach you
but i hate that song''
'''i take as much as you can throw and then throw it all away, like throwing faces at the sky, like throwing armsThe Cure
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
it was the way you touched my skin...
i used to be cold
before summer dropped you off
and left you
on the edge of my bed-
your eyes were afraid of mine
like i was made of glass;
you tried to handle me with care
until i told you
i was dead
because a thousand tears
could not prove
that i've been broken
and you just wanted me
for the night
you were right-
i'd flip you
across the moon
if i could
then watch you fall
while my heart
remains a canyon
you fly over
when she's gone