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
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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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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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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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