skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
11 Story Stringed Instrument
1/2 person.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Muse
You have risen again,
From the cracks and folds
Of memory.
Each of our encounters
Leaves me shining
Like a broken mirror.
O, muse.
You can create me.
And you can end me.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Followers
Blog Archive
▼
2010
(99)
►
June
(3)
►
May
(17)
▼
April
(30)
The Man with Joints of Stone
Born then Born again to Die to be Born
TO: The Verb: To wonder why
The word "no"
Math
Silences
Darkness...Oh, but then the lights.
-- Time/ the answer to "this" riddle --
Gift/
The Modern Friend
Silence Rings
Wyoming.
High Ceilings
The Theory of Evolution
A Bride Near John Fries Highway
Murder
The Calm
There is a Balance
Cookbook
Insanity: A Portrait
Can't stop progess...
A Messiah
Old Ink Hands
My Kingdom
Window
Thief's mind
A storm rolls into The City
Muse
Sequel
Life Cycle
►
March
(28)
►
February
(11)
►
January
(10)
►
2009
(78)
►
December
(13)
►
November
(14)
►
October
(15)
►
September
(15)
►
August
(21)
No comments:
Post a Comment