I did the right thing
By not trying to write down my poem
WHen it popped into my head
WHen I was driving home.
Only now I have forgotten it.
Sad.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Counselling is a Lie
Counselling is a lie You cannot hold space. Space is breathed Moved in Inhabited Moved within Space is sized Larger, smaller Sometimes too ...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
7 comments:
i thort ya wrote one while you were driving or did you forget another one that came into your head?
Heh.
Yeh another one.
It seems my brain does most of my poetrising when im trying to sleep or drive.
moral of the story being: drive and sleep? mm?
hmm
that's like poetry squared! Sleep driving!
sure is?
Aurgh! I hate it when that happens. i get that all the time.
i am soo lost, hence the question mark in my last comment.
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