Red lips, that taste’s like rust Silk sheets, and that scent of lust My senses slip, and I just can’t trust myself Alone in a room with you …
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Red Lips
Posted in Poetry, Short on February 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Bloodsuckers
Posted in Poetry, Short on January 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The vultures are picking bones again, they’re waiting at the door The ritch have got their hands, in the pockets of the poor So I guess I’ll be sleeping rough again, I always end up on the floor If I wasn’t out of pocket, I’d drink the place dry and still thirst for more So [...]
Nostalgia
Posted in Poetry, Short on January 1, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I could have sworn, I’ve heard that song before I don’t know where, and I don’t know when But when I hear that voice and those words together They take me back to a time I can’t remember
Finland, New Years Eve 2007
Posted in Nature, Poetry, Short on December 31, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Friends and lovely views I never knew Life could be so sweet Celebrations in the street The air is so clean And the sky is like a dream Oh what a wonderful way To see new years day
To All My Teachers
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
To all of my teachers, I thank you with kindness and please forgive my blindness I never knew the values of your lessons Though some I am still to learn And I’m sure I’ll never learn them all. But I’ll try. . Bob Pritchard
Summers Song
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The journeys long; the journeys tough With twists and turns, and endless nights But summers song will get me through this life . Bob Pritchard
Mistakes
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I make mistakes; I always do It’s just the nature of my work . Bob Pritchard
Tangled Up
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It was not my choice To lose you in the fire I just lost my little voice And got tangled up in desire . Bob Pritchard
Over My Shoulder
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I’m always looking over my shoulder To see how I should react I voice opinions I don’t believe in And speak as if they are matter of fact . Bob Pritchard
Busy
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve been far too busy Convincing myself That I’m far too busy To be thinking of you . Bob Pritchard
