if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
