Sum
How am i supposed
to see your face
when you keep
turning away
from me?
We, could become Us
so easily.
I should have known
better than
to fall in love
with you.
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2008
(100)
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February
(23)
- Muse Moving Morning
- Long Nights Of Dead And Lost Love
- Sum
- Emotional Abortion
- Break Every Rule At Least Once
- leaving you behind
- Sometimes I Wish I Had Lost That Leg
- Living Among The Dead
- Corcovado
- Late Night Madness
- The Problem With Existence
- Man The Ramparts
- In Time
- throwaway
- Disintegrate and Coalesce
- Mourn This Now
- Head For The Shallow
- you gotta make it happen
- Stop Falling So I Can Stand
- Something Elusive Temporarily
- A Request
- A Night At The Rainbow Room
- the faithless faithful
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February
(23)
About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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