Daily Fruit / 13 Search Results for "summer"

13 Search Results for "summer"

July 14, 2002

the turning point of summer.

all of my being anxious.

May 10, 2004

sweet home summer bliss, it's been a whlie for you and i.

June 6, 2008

it's mustache season

the first summer storm, thunder and rain as i sleep.

i know what i'm talking about, even when i don't know what's being talked about.

i'm versatile, dynamic, i change with the wind, look once and there i am, look twice and boom, i'm gone.

July 19, 2002

monopoly. steak. introductions. walk through the park.

my summer dream, in a club, a house of dreams, a house of love.

an envelope wihout a letter is like a summer day without sun; it's like a winter with no snow; it's like a bowl of ice cream with no spoon; it's like a child with no mother... an envelope with no letter is like a human with no soul.

August 8, 2003

the most meaningful touching moment of the summer. praying together. that was beautiful...beautiful.

people should have hobbies, why don't they, is it because of the social frenzy.

companionship.

the lifestyles are black and white, complete opposite. but on the level of the heart, mind, and spirit they are very similar.

August 12, 2006

this summer i taught myself how to be a triple threat and achieve, a year ago i only had one threat, if that, and it was to dream, dream, dream.

November 20, 2008

trying to find the most basic desire in life.

i love spring, i lover summer, and i really love fall. but winter is different. winter is like a hot steamy love affair that comes for four months out of the year and leaves you again. it's love with passion. sometimes you hate it, but then it comes right back with some of the hottest, steamiest love you've ever known. and then spring comes and it's gone. winter is my love affair.

July 29, 2003

the lesson of truth, morality, talking, patience, and faith. thank you. this is indeed valuable for life.

my heart beats out of joy. my heart beats for right reasons. my skin and legs quiver and shake for the right reason. my heart runs at full capacity...on a full tank. back to the roots. back to the clean summer grass. back to the frame of mind. ease...i'm at ease. shivers run through my body thanks to God and the beautiful angels. i can sleep in peace. i can live in peace. my heart beats on. it's not the last straw, only one more straw to choose from. from this day on. and let the bells ring.

think about what you could have lost.

July 5, 2003

shoes in the alley, flying down to cali, we're lacing them up, all before they corrupt...you, rocking this side of swing, catching a ride in my benz gullwing, not enough to scuff this soul i'm sliding, burning coal and our minds colliding, sipping this summer breeze, kissing my hummers knees, dancing with the devil, prancing hearts on an anvil, lush and tall crushing your all, can you handle that, or do you tattle on that cat, talking into my pillow, walking beneath old willow, a tree for your blessing and a fee for you caressing, you're peddling in my direction, heading for my connection, down to the earth, frown twice upon your birth, stand above my grave hand along my brave...heart as a start to the rest of the world, like a pest all but curled in the foot of your bed, it feels like soot spewing from your head, the weight of lead, the wait of time, rolled into luscious rhymes, cold like the story you tell, and lies you sell, you're meeting your fiance, cheating on beyonce, speak on that, leak on that, you've got nothing now, the louvre's got something now, art became of your death, tasting tart and mary beth, she says it's criminal, he says it's original, sam that is, knowing absurd, blowing the word, across the table, a moss of fables, sitting at your chair, knitting your hair, fibs rest on your lips, ribs rest on your hips, here in cali, beer in the alley, empty shoes singing your hidden blues.

July 31, 2003

i'm left here, just body, mind, and heart. my soul and spirit have been torn out of me. so the rest, body, heart, and mind are merely left to suffer. perhaps my soul is already in God's hands. and when i sleep i'll dream of it and be at home. this summer everything has been falling down on me. I feel like i'm in the basement of a building that's about to collapse. nobody knows i'm there. i'm trapped. everyone is on the outside watching it come down piece after piece. little do they know is that there's a living being trapped at the bottom. and then this most unfortunate accident. the building crashes down. at some point the building had to come down. i'm buried. soon everyone will be walking away. days later they will come clean the mess. they will come across my dead body. they will now be in shock, in sorrow. this is what it takes. i was telling and screaming for help but nobody was listening. or, perhaps they will never come across my dead body. they will all go on in their lives. they will forget about the life that was once known as bugsy. they will never know the passion and love i had. i'll be a forgotten soul. out of God's beauty and love someday when my lover is old and frail...wrinkles, white hair, slow, fragile...she will be walking to the old stomping grounds, there will be this large red rose growing in the center of it. that was the soul everyone forgot about. the one who died. maybe then through God's grace that will be a chance that i'm remembered. so here i am today. trapped. will anyone hear my voice? will anyone step close to me? will anyone?

i'm in a gas chamber dying. will anyone come turn off the gas? will anyone go out of their way? i cannot turn off the gas, but there is a gun in the room. the pain and suffering will only increase. how long can i wait for someont to hear me? how much longer can i bare these pains. there's the gun, it could be over like that. i refuse to use it. i will suffer until my death. painfully weaping for someone to turn off that gas...or else...i will die. is anyone there? does anyone see my suffering.? anyone?

i'm in a concealed room and the water is rising. ...anyone?

push him out of the circle. he is worthless. let him wither away and die. let him suffer. we don't care about him. we don't care about his love. we don't care about his life. don't let him in. we hear you. but we don't care. the sooner you're gone the better.

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