Borrowed Life

Borrowed Life On borrowed space and borrowed time Our evanescent lives have survived and thrived. Nothing was ever truly ours and never will it be, For our existence is a temporary elastic dent, On space-time and all that we unsee. From the gravity underneath To the air we live beneath, We'll all dissappear someday. In …

Sometimes

~I'm back peeps! And I've got a few poems and stuff scheduled up soon. Yay! =)~ Sometimes Sometimes, My eyes crack open in the wake of dawn. I watch the dancing shadows on the ceiling flutter by, And with a mouthful of words and verses I sigh. Sometimes, My mind goes silent and my bones …