always seem to forget about it and come back and i have a million messages...
dont really seem to have much time for it really, maybe ill return with some art in the future because this is a cool website
ah well, life is cool
word.
Ponder Cat

For A Few Moments...It seems so srtange This poster of two years ago An advertising print Still stuck on the wall No longer for evenings of music and youth But for memories of oldFor A Few Moments...
And times long since forgotten
So i let the cold bite at my face And the wind catch my sighs and take them away
As I stand here in reverie
To this grave stone of memories


Making It To BeIt feels like paper Morning air Against my skinMaking It To Be
This day is brand new
Fast forward motion And I can bring stillness to my heart
See how I am never going to fall apart
Not anymore?
My watch is set to smiles and
Exceptional beauty Is everything my life as I’m making it to be
I'll see


RunningI find myself in the backstreets of this city Murkey water sits in puddles Splashes up Covers my shoes Soaks the hems of my pants They flap against my bare legs As I begin to run Run as fast as I can Down the laneway Dark Dirty Dingey The sky is inky black A yellow crescent moon the only brightness Ahead of me I can hear the echos of my feet on the cobble stones Thumping Thumping As I run I don't dare look behind me I'm afraid of what I might see Don't stop I whisper under my breath My breath that isRunning


I Wanna Be YoursI’ve been walking down the hallsI Wanna Be Yours
Every morning all alone I see you walking too Just as lonely as I It’s almost like you’re scared of what’s ahead And torn in two by memories of your past…
Your heart’s been broken too many times You’ve been bleeding for too many nights You’ve been alone for too many years
As your eyes meet mine I can feel the pain of your heart And I wanna be yours I wanna help you find yourself Help you find where you belong I wanna be yours
My heart’s been broken too many times I’ve been bleeding for too many


In the alleywayGlistening raindrops String in rows across the spiderweb That hangs between the rusted metal fenceposts In one of the backstreets of Melbourne The web looks so fragile In this landscape of corrugated walls Barbed wire twisted across the tops Concrete Bricks Dirt Weeds grow in the cracks on the ground Walls are smeared with filth, pollution And then, the sky Always the sky And the spiderweb glistens.In the alleyway
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~ Owen ~
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`steal my words and i'll stab u with my pencil
[ .boredom.happens. ]
-peace!-
um, what do you mean by muse?
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~ Owen ~
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Muse, like me I used my break up with my ex- to fuel my poetry.
well.. um, it kinda varies from poem to poem i guess
usually its just stuff ive been through that fuels my poetru
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~ Owen ~
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