I was asked today if I believed that people had souls.I didn’t have an answer, mainly because I haven’t thought about it enough to have one. Let’s work it out. I believe that once you die, you’re dead. There is no afterlife (therefore, no ghosts), there is no reincarnation, there is nothing. Once you take your last breath, your last thought remains your last thought and...
(another Doctor Who inspired piece that was...
Your arm around me, My arm around you. What more could I ask for? Conversation is made- Simple whispers floating around our heads; We don’t always agree. When we do, it’s beautiful When we don’t, it’s wonderful. I miss that-sitting in the park together, Staring at the New York City skyline Because there was nothing else to do And it seemed like a good idea at the time. It...
A ring around my finger; Around and around it goes. I could spin it forever. No one gave me this ring; I bought it for myself Because I had a bad day. I wish that someone had bought me That ring.
Yes, Mom, I would much rather have tickets to see Laura Marling than that new iPhone.
The Joe Moses Very Holiday Showses →
musicsavesme07: thejoemoses: The Joe Moses Very Holiday Showses! Tickets: https://web.ovationtix.com/trs/pe/9484815 Saturday December 17th at 10:00PM The Player’s Theatre 115 MacDougal St. New York, N.Y. 10012 212-475-1449 The Joe Moses Very Holiday Showses is a special holiday shows chocked full of hilarious new sketches, improvisation, and some very very special guests. Come and see...
You just want to see the stars You know sleep will come eventually, But it’s 2 o’clock in the morning And there seems to be no point in waiting. You leave to look up at the night sky There’s nothing there except what’s always present It’s all the more magnificent Because there is nothing magnificent about it. if I speak, can You hear me? Or can You hear my...
anxious-pineapples: I keep having dreams that I’m traveling with The Doctor. I am so very okay with this.
two short stanzas
the whiskey bottle is empty- too many glasses have been poured I can still hear the clinking of the ice While the glass is refilled Again. === Memories fade but they don’t disappear; I can’t remember the sound of your voice.