December 2011
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This is an old song, these are old blues And this is not my tune, but it’s mine to use And the seabirds where the fear once grew Will flock with a fury and they will bury what’d come for you And down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender You and I, and a love so tender Stretched on a hoop where I stitched this adage: “Bless our house and its heart so savage” And all that I...
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I grew up in declivities others grow up in cities where first love and soul takes rise there were times in my life when I felt mad and deprived and only the slopes gave me hope
When I pass through the leg high grass I shall die under the jasmin I shall die under the elder tree and I need not prepare for a new coming day
Where is it that fills the deepness I feel You will say I’m not...
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Who is your responsibility and who isn’t? I JUST DON’T KNOW ANYMORE, not that I ever did
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so i know it’s just a spring haze but i don’t much like the look of it but all we do is circle it and i found out where my edge is and it bleeds into where you resist and my only way out is to go so far in billowing out to somewhere billowing out luna riviera
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“Sometimes I think about someone else’s life. I imagine all the love they do not have. I see the passion that’s missing. The friends they don’t know. And the awful pressures that crush them. In those moments, I realize how much I have, and how much I have to give.”
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