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I am the boy named crow. I am the boy named crow and maybe someday we will meet... forever in the shadows yet always in sight. I am the boy named crow and I am learning to fly. I am the boy named crow and I want you to come flying with me. I am the boy named crow and I am learning to fly. I am the boy named crow and I have something to share. I am the boy named crow and I'll believe in anything if you'll believe in anything...

Thursday 10 September 2009


I'll believe in anything if you'll
believe in anything and when we close
our eyes we'll turn our world inside
out and turn it around as we journey
together into the anything thats ours...

brush strokes


No matter where you look the artists careful touch is always there.

Wednesday 9 September 2009

Plastic Stars


Plastic stars are in my heart
Plastic stars are all I want to find
Plastic stars are in my eyes
Plastic stars throughout the night
Plastic stars play even in the light

what I see


In a world of so much pain there is till so much beauty to be found...

so how did you look at the world today?

Tripping down stairs

I've had so many dreams of dying and now I'm beginning to feel their toll
why did my no one ever tell me that dying in your sleep robs you of your soul, one bit at a time

ticking away


I find myself waking from a dream
where I'm falling through the air, only
to fall asleep again and dream of falling
only to wake just a split second before I hit
rock bottom...

this is for you


I have nothing to say except, here, I took this for you

Peeping Tom


This is some one's world
some one's life
it could be mine
it could be yours
it could be ours
and we are just too numb to notice.

The liar


I told you but you wouldn't listen
I told you but you wouldn't believe
I tried to tell you again but you said no
I begged but you never came

I tried to tell them but they wouldn't listen
I tried to tell them but they wouldn't believe
I tried to tell them again but they said no
I begged but they never came

I tried, I called, I begged, I cried

I was not heard, I was not believed, I was not helped

I was ignored, I was left alone,

I was alone

You called me a liar
They called me a liar
They called me a liar because you called me a liar

I was not lying

It goes deep


Every time I write it feels like I'm slitting my wrists for the last time,
allowing the last bit of me to flow slow from these worded cuts.
Only to wake and the find the stains from when I bled out ink the night before...

and so I start to write