January 20, 2012 § Leave a Comment
And I can’t receive love, but I’m not into hate
My compass is shot, I can’t locate
The room with the treasure, the door with the code
The map of above
The map of below.
January 8, 2012 § 1 Comment
You take yours and I’ll take mine
Then we’ll leave the rest all behind
Dip our memories in turpentine
Let the colours run down Providence Line.
January 7, 2012 § Leave a Comment
I went to see a therapist
And the therapist said,
I see a problem with your heart
And a problem with your head.
January 6, 2012 § 1 Comment
I forgot my father is an orphan
I forgot I will be one, too.
January 4, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Today I decided
That in my pursuit of beauty
I missed what is beautiful