11 Search Results for "walking"
August 12, 2003
walking in.
December 14, 2001
start walking.
April 30, 2003
boo ya. because i like it like that. even when elephants fly i'll be walking on the ground looking to the sky.
September 1, 2004
do you ever realize that while you're walking an alliagtor could be right behind you and suddenly eat someone else instead and spare your life.
April 24, 2003
a sticker of no remorse, if only she was walking by.
look for me, there's never been a flaw. make an offer.
switch, varial, revert, big flip, like store-bought chocolate chip cookies.
November 17, 2001
sometime during the end of my senior year of highschool when i was walking around after school an elementary boy came up to me and said, "she has a crush on you, and wants you to have this," while pointing to the girl. i find it quite funny. something about the little writing made the rest of that week so bright. its very true, and at the time was very relevent.
August 3, 2005
six servings of ice cream in three days, yes, life is goooood.
walking down wall street with nothing but white noise filtered out with a smile, just like a riding car with young girls abrupt, you learn to filter and look up at the stars and put your hand out the window, there's always room to find tranquility.
November 19, 2006
walking, slower, and slower, and slower, but who thought in a million years this is how i would meet people from my hometown years down the road.
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.
May 14, 2003
clocks tick faster than we can count. years go buy faster than we can see. looking around we don't feel the years whisping away. but they do right under our nose. there's dignity in time. things prevail. the lookback time of reminscing. looking over the belchony and dreaming before moving to another stage of life. the belchony of love and the heavens. there's a storm happening over there. it's full of your homes, where your pictures grow, and hearts strengthen. raining down is peace, little wet droplets, before they hit they spring into white doves. bring in the wind. bring in the clouds. bring in that rain. survive this storm. cut through the heat. you're in bliss walking to eternity. wet, cold, and shivering, nothing holds back this smile. bring on the storm.
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.
