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i love the sound of sirens before the sun comes up. a beautiful mix of sight and sound. a play acted beautifully by the red drops dancing across your face. standing in the middle of the road, mcdowell street has never felt so right. the stars are watching. they shine on what's left on my windshield with approval. reflecting a light that makes me appear angelic. i have the power. i have control. well isn't this a change? you've broken me. i've broken you. oh my dear, the traffic lights look so lovely in your eyes. |
i have always had an odd fixation on cars and roads...and how they can seem almost sexual in the right light...that is way i like this...streets lights add to the feeling...make the moment into a moment...i dont know what else to say...i love it card | Posted on 2004-12-23 00:00:00 | by playing card | [ Reply to This ] | I love the part about you having control now. I can relate to this poem very well. Love is nothing but a control game, and it is sad when one party or the other gives up realizing that something precious has been lost. This is a sad poem, but I like it very much. | The theme of the lights and the title is very appropriate. Good Job... Indigo | Posted on 2004-12-21 00:00:00 | by Indigo Kid | [ Reply to This ] | Very dramatic and has a lot of impact. It is very direct that made this poem so effective to the reader... though I think you may want to check on consistency of grammar. Keep it up. | ![]() | Posted on 2004-12-21 00:00:00 | by solitary_cross | [ Reply to This ] | Now thats wat im talking about! Real paaion and a real poem. *sigh* talent you have there. I'm so tired of all the direct at-your-heart stuff. Conngrats. Definately a fave of mine. Go for it. I like this one. | | Posted on 2004-12-21 00:00:00 | by thesacredone | [ Reply to This ] | |