There’s nothing special to it:
Anyone could write these lines.
Just like anyone
Could search for truth
Find it.
And still refuse to believe.
I guess it’s not for everyone.
Day: September 12, 2009
rainy saturday morning
poetryas the clouds blot out the sky
darkness spreads through the drapes
and into my living room,
casting me in shadow
and the wish that
the sun would stop shining
and darkness would expand,
until there is no difference,
between night and day,
between day and night,
and this moment would last.
memoreeze
poetry, theologer, theology, Uncategorizedyou never live anymore
you just lie around
and ask for stories
prolly
cuz your socks are too short
and you claim its for style
for style
for style
and asking for stories
seems like you forgot about
the things you smoked
and drank and did
back when you knew
how to live
Late Night Conversation
poetryWe’ll let the fire burn itself out,
but that damn log is big enough
to last ’til sometime late tomorrow
afternoon, and that suits me just
fine.