a big floating rock held by god seen from a big floating rock held by god but on a country evening in tennessee i don't think about astral rocks i think about my lemonade and my beautiful puppy but if i did think about those things i would think about you too because when i think about beautiful things i always think of you
Flower face, always so warmly bathed in the sun of the East Coast, with such soft cheeks and swamp eyes, stagnant and wet with little creatures inside. They're talking to me, saying things about why I love you, or if I even do.
Little flower face, it makes me ache all over, in my muscles and my bones, when I think of your soft petals and long draping stalks.
I wanna pat the sandy earth into place around you on nights like these when I can imagine the warm breeze coming in through your open window despite the cold around me delivering a freeze to **** all the plants and transform this world into something so different from your reality.
I can wipe away tears and wrap my arms around a friend to comfort him when I am saying goodbye to someone I have known since the day I was born but I cannot hide the turmoil so well when I crouch on the bedroom floor packing for him getting ready to live without him.
On November the 6th, I voted against Phil Bredesen. Yesterday, I was pleased to learn that he didn't win. I also voted against Bredesen once before. Back in 2006, when he was Tennessee's Governor. This time he was running to be Tennessee's Senator. I didn't like how he did his job when he was Governor. Now he's licking his wounds because he didn't win. Many of Tennessee's residents voted against Bredesen.
Some of us let the summer month’s gets to your head As we feel the heat we become one with nature *****, green and unapologetic, a kind of trend which most people follow, and hard for the some of us to swallow
Like all other things the summer heat can Make the darkest man visible, the sleaziest worm Crawl to the surface, for a dark tan But it surely cans nectar the honey for the Gods Fall is upon us, as our joints began to ache,
Halloween is a drawing near, Am I the only one whose seem to care? The fly flies settle down under the broad leaves And here I am the green poet from New York is visiting Tennessee
Those Hot summer bikini bodies, is now as cold as Niagara Falls We fret as we began to throw down, the last of the summer days Creeping backs into our jean and Woolly Love Heart Jumper:
Suddenly, here come the hurricane months, September, October and November all with they uncertainties
As I kept expressing my feeling into poetry, With my frequent minds pop no matter how strange Embrace them I probably will do the same.
she taught me of new beginnings and the healing of january that you don't have to be profound all the time you don't have to be observed you can change the storyline but still remember that time
together we drank in nashville to the days of virginia swearing to return to art when we got there our lives were in full circle she still believed in me she is the closest thing to an older sister i know and maybe i am strong enough to say that i don't love the person that she let go of too