Writing what I see
how I feel
what I know
Learning what I watch
How I cry
When I grow
Seeing what I write
Feeling how!
I know what!?
Wondering if I'll ever make more sense
then morning times
when sense is drowned
In stuffed up heads
And colds galore!
When I can't remember what last night was for!
When hair is dyed
Funeral tomorrow at 8am!
Poetry, out there, somewhere, sharing the muse.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Meeting inspiration
I met a reminder of me today
A memory of what I used to be
Enthusiastic
Fantastic
Charismatic
A journal open ready to be perused
Just not handy to be read
Jazz
Background noise
Sleepy, tired head
Ready to sleep
and dream of memories!
A memory of what I used to be
Enthusiastic
Fantastic
Charismatic
A journal open ready to be perused
Just not handy to be read
Jazz
Background noise
Sleepy, tired head
Ready to sleep
and dream of memories!
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