Streaming out, being taken by the tracks in my ears.
Forgivably, I remember how it felt before I had musik in my life.
Strung together, like window chimes and a beaten snare drum.
Take more time, when you're together, Take more time to love and pleasure.
It soon leaves. Sooner still for some of us.
Take more time, when you've got time to be with happiness.
Happiness.
It takes more spine.
So take more time.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
Blog Archive
-
▼
06
(82)
-
▼
Mar
(16)
- Leaking
- Red Oak
- Misdirected Thought Process
- To All the Fake Ass Friends
- Whomp
- Take more time
- You can fuck me
- Twisted Sex
- Inviting the penetration
- The life and death of me
- I understand all I want to know
- Untouchable Gypsy Queen
- I'm Pliable
- No Longer a Problem
- I'm Scintillating Again.
- Less Poetic, But Just as Real
-
▼
Mar
(16)
Ad
blog, poetry, content, love, hate, disaster, relapse, sobriety, fear, writing, creative, google, blogger, blogspot, input, post, online, read, reading, viewing, myspace, search, primary.
No comments:
Post a Comment