April 10, 08
Swallows, over water
Still pristine and true
Trees reflecting back
Backwards, reaching
Me.
You.
In reflection; looking
Reveries or past
Experience or mistake
Crystalline water of future
Me.
You.
Beyond skin, blood
Very being of self
Soul empties in liquid
To form absentia
The facade of truth,
Create craters filled
With turmoil and fear
Bent on knees; dread
Me.
You.
The Victims
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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