He put it down
To the lost and found
His feet had finally
Touched the ground
A little lower
Than when he started
A little humbler
When the waves parted
The salt of tears
The sting of brine
He lost his footing
And found he couldn't swim
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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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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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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...
3 comments:
ahh its great to have your blog back again matt. Some decent poetry to read. . . finally
Btw i like this one.
Thankyee
i likeee this one.
heh. I have been deprived of matty poems. shocking!
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