Messenging
Potential
One word, three easy syllables
A world of weighted, dragging pulls
Sitting on my shoulder and shaking its head
Consequences
The harsh grip of a cheese grater
Cutting healing wounds ever raw
As I clutch the paltry glittering prize.
Cages of the imperfect
Potential hanging ominously above
Consequences hemming in on all sides
So much room to stand,
and none to rest.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
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Shadow Simon says: somewhere along the way Shadow Simon says: you've lost sight of who you are Shadow Simon says: and you lost the words...
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Silence underwhelming Trees flood my eyes and still The radio keeps scritcher-scratching Lighting up my dashboard sill Sailor of the jagged ...
5 comments:
You wrote that very fast...
Yeh. I have the speed just not the patience.
And it doesn't make it good..
Hmm....
I rote a few poetries at camp.
Must remember to post em. Truth
It is good, you know that. And so do I.
tehe yea abi is soo true it a gud poem!
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