Ink Colored Flesh on May 09, 2008 Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps By Kevin MillerThe needle digs into my arm this time,as I look at past creations from my mind.Most are good, some are bad,there's a name I wish I didn't have.Each one carries a memory from a different time,and even if I would have never got any, they would all still be mine. Tattoo Poems Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments AnonymousSaturday, May 10, 2008 at 3:20:00 PM GMT+8dude, where the hell do ya keep getting these nice posts frm? ha! nice poem indeed. very truthful and meaningful.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyNoel BoydMonday, May 12, 2008 at 10:59:00 AM GMT+8it's a secret! but if you take the first flight back to Singapore, I'll tell ya! deal?ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAnonymousTuesday, May 13, 2008 at 11:48:00 AM GMT+8ha! i would if could you have no idea how much i miss home. ha. and the sambal stingray, prata, teh tarik, laksa..oh man..ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyNoel BoydWednesday, May 14, 2008 at 11:25:00 AM GMT+8oh man...i'm sorry Jon. I know you miss home and all. You'll be back soon right? November isn't too far away :)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please leave a comment but do note that comments are moderated on posts that are older than 7 days.