Rambling off the top of my head- style sheets-and whatever else
Raining in Virginia, with Dreaming as a Torn Umbrella
Counting Crows Holiday in Spain
Got no place to go, but there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico. She's got a bottle of Tequila, a bottle of Gin, and if I bring a little music I can fit right in. We've got airplane rides, we got California driving out the window side. And we got big, black cars, and we got stories how we slept with all the movie stars, I may. Take a Holiday in Spain. Leave my wings behind me. Drink my worries down the drain, and fly away to somewhere new.
Hop on my choo choo, I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit, if you. Dress me up in pink and white we may get just a little fuzzy about it later tonight. Well she's my angel, she's a little better than the one that used to be with me, cause she. Likes to scream at me, man it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree. I may. Take a holiday in Spain. Leave my wings behind me. Drive this little girl insane, or fly away to some where new.
Everybody's gone. They left the television screaming that the radio's on. And someone stole my shoes, but there's a couple of banannas and a bottle of booze; oh. Well Happy New Years baby, we can probably fix it if we clean it up all day, or we can. Simply, pack our bags, and catch a plane to Barcelona cause this city's a drag.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
Have been away for a few days & haven't checked in. I am going to the local "book mine" tomorrow & will look for your suggestion. Sounds like something I'd enjoy! For me, besides dialogue, it's all about the characters & how the author describes them. Wil
Freedom... Pure naked freedom. It's the loss of all inhibitions. It's like stipping off all your clothes and running bare bottomed through the desert durring a lightning storm, sand burning the soles of your feet and sweat and rain water running down your
I just thought like saying I finally got my prize for winning third place and second runner up for this stupid literature contest at school... I won ten bucks though. Yay! Ten bucks... Well, I at least had lunch money this way... I really went over board
First you must be able to spell. NOT I have always wanted to, I did write a play once and it was proformed. Its kind of like Steve Wright said I would kill for a nobel peace prize.
I think that I shall never see a beer as lovely as a tree the brew that joe's pub has on tap with golden base and fomey cap The golden brew I drink all day until my memory melts away poems are made by fools like me but only
Just for Practice
The Archetype Arien
Mister Incredible