A dark shadow of haze slithered across the face of the moon, like a serpent #twittertive
Adgie has senior pictures today, I have a senior in HS! I still remember the days I rocked her to sleep and her sweet breath...
voices from the bar, "alcohol is a wonderful thing, i'm drinking myself handsome" #twitterive
"handsome" is trying to make time w/the barmaid while his buddy is tapping at an imaginary watch #twitterive
home alone teens invite all their friends over, home alone moms lock the doors and pretend no one's home... #twitterive
So relieved, all my written assignments are complete, nothing left to do but read, thank gawd! #twitterive
little pieces of the nothing that fall... slide #twitterive
REM breaking up, and there goes another little piece of my youth
Heads up for space junk, should be falling to earth sometime tomorrow.... #twitterive
I call out as I watch you run, blind and innocent, towards that cliff, but you won't hear me #twitterive
Time is a thief who cannot be captured #twitterive
It's just too gloomy and rainy today, how apropos as we enter the season of darkness and decay #twitterive
Your steel-tongue doesn't fool me, you still cry "mommy" when you bleed #twitterive
Time to put the bikini away and take out the boots... chill season approaches #twitterive http://twitpic.com/6r565g
@arm2489 let's click our heels together, maybe we can get out of Oz #twitterive
Trying to figure out how to contact the mother ship so I can get my kid back, I'm thinking they took her about 2 yrs ago... #twitterive
dark skies, looks like a storm is brewing, where is the sun?
For our love, for our fear, for our rise against the years and years and years... #twitterive #BUSHrocks
Found Poem
Chill Season
Voices from the haze
A serpent slithered across the
Face of the moon
Your steel-tongue doesn’t fool me
A shadow storm is brewing
The season of darkness and decay
Approaches
Dark skies falling to earth
You run
Blind and innocent
I call out
But you won’t hear me
Lock the doors
Pretend no one’s home
Nothing left to do but bleed
I watch little pieces
of the nothing
That fall
I still remember the days I rocked her to sleep
and her sweet breath
There goes another little
Piece of my youth
I rise against the years and
Years and years
I’m tapping at an
Imaginary watch
Trying to figure out
How to get out of Oz
Time is a thief who
Cannot be captured