crazyforyou

The clock’s face is blank now I’m without you. All substance trickles through my hands like tears Though lessons are stored, I don’t have a clue What bitter sweetness could ...

I've given up trying to explain what I write, or defend it. Poetry is allowed to be anything it wants, thats why its poetry. Every time I post anything it ...

really funny. im still laughing. it was such an incredible spoof. you turned everything that the book did & said it almost the same way, and made it into something ...

My shirt dropped from my hands and I hastily bent down to pick it up. Quickly, I put it on, failing to notice that it was backwards and inside out. ...

That deafening echo, is the truth I hear, the verses of poets collected over the years, if I reload my pen, recount my hours on the Big Ben, swallow my ...

My heart is torn out by your hurricane. When I think of you My mind wanders lush forests In search of Greek goddesses. And, for a moment I'm the universe. ...

You made me promise I'd try, but now that you have left, can I leave my life behind? i loved these lines. The way you used the other persons promise, ...