12/20/04

Frozen fosilized tears, stained glass checks red with rushing blood. Gushing emotions falling to the floor. On my knees again, wisihng you would hold me, you told me it would be ok. Love you till the end of days, pushed me down face first in the mud.

wrinkle free life times. Something for the movies. hand holding warmth suger coated kisses. Snowflakes floating in the cool winter air. See my breath my heart my all it’s yours. Inconsitant days running together in unusual ways.Frozen fosilized tears, stained glass checks red with rushing blood.

Free floating madness, stuck in this sadness upheaving, i’m leaving thoughts of you far away. Can’t say i’ll stay here any more let go of your hand falling softly to the ground. watching you watching me is the greatest thrill. Love you till the end of days, pushed me down face first in the mud.

Cryptic talk over a hidden walk. Softly stepping on what i thougth was the trappings of romance, still can’t dance to your tune. raving loons howling at the moon it’s nuts to think we could have made it. Hidden smirks in the night. Frozen fosilized tears, stained glass checks red with rushing blood.

Stuck in my mind thinking it over time let it sit and wait for another day i can’t let it go right away not that way it’s insane. I’m cold with out you here. Tears falling down to my lips. My hands placed lightly on your hips. Frozen fosilized tears, stained glass checks red with rushing blood.Love you till the end of days, pushed me down face first in the mud.

yesterdays forever

December 20, 2004

the way you write is simply awesome.

theMrs.

“you told me it would be ok. Love you till the end of days, pushed me down face first in the mud.”… brought tears to my eyes.. *SIGH* you took that one right out of my head.. Amazing.. just amazing… :::hunts for kleenex:::

I AM come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence- whether much that is glorious- whether all that is profound- does not spring from disease of thought- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. (cont)

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” this I think is one of the best quotes of poetry I’ve ever heard; I love the poet who wrote it; do you know who it is?

the conqueror worm, written in 1843, one of his later pieces imo, but one of the best. honestly I’m partial to his earlier works, they seem more innocent? I don’t know, there’s just something different about them. I have to say my favorite short story is “The masque of the red death”.someday I’ll be as good a writer as he was.