April 4, 08
Within this note, Stranger
I ask you not to walk away
Within this note, Stranger
I give you my decaying soul
In its many shades of colours
For truly, it fades through
Black and White
Thank you, Stranger
For listening to my words
Thank you, Stranger
For smiling at my scribbled soul
Strings formed into words
Connecting and breaking
Drenched and Dripping
Until I'm dried out,
Thank you Stranger,
For listening,
And taking,
My Soul.
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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