i seem
to have forgotten
to write
poems
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
August 17th, 2010
overblown
it's like you're opening up
finally
opening your eyes
petals
blossoms
blooming
you are blooming
you are finally alive
and you wait to be plucked
time will pass:
spring, summer, etc.
there comes a time
when a flower begins to lose itself.
it will pass through blooming and into bloomed
and then
the petals will droop, the pollen blown off
wasted on the wind
each stalk will weaken
and sink
to one side
you see,
nature gets tired of waiting, too.
it's like you're opening up
finally
opening your eyes
petals
blossoms
blooming
you are blooming
you are finally alive
and you wait to be plucked
time will pass:
spring, summer, etc.
there comes a time
when a flower begins to lose itself.
it will pass through blooming and into bloomed
and then
the petals will droop, the pollen blown off
wasted on the wind
each stalk will weaken
and sink
to one side
you see,
nature gets tired of waiting, too.
Monday, August 16, 2010
August 16th, 2010
look outside
squint
you can almost see the snow
sidewalks and streets
cars and rooftops
wintertime is waiting there
in your memory
a snowfall is always within reach
squint
you can almost see the snow
sidewalks and streets
cars and rooftops
wintertime is waiting there
in your memory
a snowfall is always within reach
Saturday, August 14, 2010
August 13th, 2010
i don't want to do this anymore
this long
tired ride
my eyes straining against the darkness
looking for the light
this long
tired ride
my eyes straining against the darkness
looking for the light
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