Dream
Ok so from what I remember I was sent to prison for God knows what and I had a choice of working hard labor some place in the deep south or
Ok so from what I remember I was sent to prison for God knows what and I had a choice of working hard labor some place in the deep south or
This Mid Morning when I wake
The absence of sun, no longer, I ache
My love I see you coming towards
As light skews 'round and frames your face
I never thought Id write a poem
Puppies, kittens, chocolate, smiles, trees, soft grass, clovers, roses, petunias, big kitchens, bakerys, fresh bread
Okay. So Ive been contemplating why I really enjoy certain horror flicks and can't stand others. This is what Ive come up with, with contribution of endless questions from Howie and others..
Artist and filmmaker Julian Schnabel said "The process is the prize."
I remember putting on my favorite shirt which was stylish about five years ago
"how we hurt ourselves on the outside
An orphaned branch floats down a ruddy stream
Wood planks that make up an old porch lay sun-bleached and weathered and twenty-four rusty nails slowly make their way from their damp holding places. One tattered mop stands cornered by nothingness and aloneness, propped on it side and forgotten.
"Oh Margret, you know each one of those cigarrettes are a stick of death"
Living every day was in a dreary way
Like falling apart.
Looking out the window
And what is seen by someone in their right mind
Are fantasies and myths told by liars and scholars
What to believe is the question
Amanda - Boston