http://demery.inko.us inko.us: we write together. Fri, 19 Mar 2010 01:26:18 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en okay so i am super super super excited for this post, because this is most likley( if i can get enough words in) my lsat graded post on inko.us :) hahah yes! alrighty then so i just want to say that i am really tired and today in health we ... http://demery.inko.us/2010/03/18/my-last-post/ The skylight fades into a turquiose blue, darkness starts to swoop above the trees. Today was a good day. The air was smooth and clear, the breeze cool and musical. The sun worked hard and its brothers and sisters floated beneath her. The grass aprecitated the warmth and the security. ... http://demery.inko.us/2010/03/17/st-patrick/ i dont know what it is, and im sure people "say" they feel this way, but im pretty sure i have my own vibe to this. i love music. and i feel that sometimes, besides my awesome horseness, its the only thing that understands me. i pick up my guitar, ... http://demery.inko.us/2010/03/08/music/ The light began to fade and the whispers in the trees started to grow with the increase of darkness. We stood, smelling the sweet spring air, flicking our tails lazily at flies looking for a place to land. Others started to doze and to gather closer for the night, grazing ... http://demery.inko.us/2010/02/23/a-family/ If you had a tattoo that wouldn't matter, if you had a shaved head, that'd be cool. If you came from Spain or Japan or the back of a van, just as long as your not from Hebrew school. I say now im getting somewhere, im finally breaking through, i say hey ... http://demery.inko.us/2010/02/23/the-last-five-years/ My dream house. Somewhere in Pennsylvania, Delaware, or Virginia. A small quiet town that still has things available.  The old farmhouse. It's three different colors, textures: Brick , Stone, and something else, perhaps wood. Ever watched Marley and Me? The house where they lived in the last part of the ... http://demery.inko.us/2010/01/19/country-for-me-you/ Life is not what i thought it was, twenty four hours ago. Singing spirits take me up in arms with you. Twenty four reasons to admit that im wrong. Oh, Oh, i am the second man, oh,oh, i am the second man now. Symphonies. Centered and true. You're raising the dead ... http://demery.inko.us/2010/01/19/24-remix/  What is going to happen? So many children grow to become what they had desired at a young age, a doctor, perhaps and teacher. But what if you are rare, or at least your loved passion is rare to others that do not express the same feeling? I grew up ... http://demery.inko.us/2010/01/18/who-knows/ Horses leave hoofprints on out hearts Their golden touch lights up our thoughts They belive in us when no one else will And they will stay beside you when all else fails This is animal that is hard to understand They look at you and say, Dont look me in the eye and dont stand the ... http://demery.inko.us/2010/01/18/hoofprints/ My hands are numb, my feet just as dead. Half the room is dark and half the room stares. It's looking from the darkness it's green eyes start to light up, it creeps and creeps and slowly lifts it's slithering fingers around the pole next to the couch, it's appearing now, the monster ... http://demery.inko.us/2010/01/14/my-basement-is-cold/