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
After a busy day when confronting admin
We must all come Find ourselves And we will all be found Regardless As the sun finds the morning As breath finds the lungs As I am found ...
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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...
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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