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Grant me the Courage to Accept the Things I Cannot Change: Embracing Dyslexia and Overcoming ‘You Can’t’
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The calendar marks the last full week of June. The Sunday afternoon sunlight bursts from the pearl sky and the grass on Saint Joe’s campus is extra-chloroform green. It is day two of Mission Philadelphia and after unpacking t
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"nothing is worse than my nose, nothing is worse than my nose…”.
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My image resembles that of an overcooked muffin--brunt on the surface from too much heat and bulging at the sides from too much filling.
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Yes, ice is a melting diamond when you’re surrounded by the caving steaming walls of inner-city Philadelphia.
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He growls a fierce command, channeling Shakespeare and the very depths of his words.
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For every problem I cannot fix, I close my eyes and pray
That you are somewhere sleeping, enclosed in serenity
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En el pasado hay una artista muy bueno y famoso. La artista se llamaba Tómas.
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And for a moment there is a limbo between the old year and the new. There is a silent peace and comfort.
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Swallowed by literature
We are the forbidden, accepted
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Without questions, without words
Without judgment
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May the world be touched by this love
And the serenity if its shelter
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Launch your 1970's box kite into the sky
Marvel at the tie-dye against the bleak Nevada Sky
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A silent sun streaks through translucent window panes
Cascading, intertwining amongst the scent of new carpet
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I am listening because I do not want to leave / I love your voice / hovering one volume below Springsteen's / You remind me to breathe / My best friend, my lover, my everything / Your voice makes notes for ton
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There’s inkling in the air / Chlorophyll is translucent for the afternoon / The sunlight comes pouring through / Leaves and dusty window panes / Tantalizes the west wind breeze / And carries away the scent of raisin
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You will find out on the corner of Elm and Lancaster / A march of life / Children stopping, in evening glow / There is a connection / A human connection we cannot describe / Unity, when one of us dies / At th
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A seeping light breaks through the cement walls / Of the Red Light District brothels / Acknowledging every crack and starving spider / Igni
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Nothing was meant to live Beyond the summer
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We haven’t got a choice Our apartment isn’t ours, anymore
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And I’ll tell him I love him because he’s the only thing keeping me together
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That morning when you roll over and find me there Smiling, waking up to you
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This is an ode to Renoir’s painted lady The artistic whore inside of me
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The object of my affection Packed in dimes
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You’ve changed a few photographs But none of the frames
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Born together or fallen apart I will be stronger than the memory of you
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I’ll push you and push you But I’ll catch you before you begin to fall
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But I know you love cinnamon And I love to see you smile
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I will love you I will forgive you
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But still the stars are in your eyes And every bit and all of me
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And if only for tonight, I’ll live forever
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You make me feel beautiful Simply because I’m me
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The hall is sheltered is stale apartment air
by AudreyTyler
39 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 26 8:29 PM 2006
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Cyanide creeps
Cocaine delves
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