poem i made, i like it, and its true so :P
i don't exactly know where this came from...just read it. it's short. :P
For my white knight, my hero.
My heart and yours.
i got bored again.
i was stairing out my window, and it was raining. so i wrote this.
just a little poem i thought about while i was blow drieing my hair one day.
"My alarm pushes me into /the briar patch of consciousness..." I think this poem as a whole is kind of... bleh, but I like some of the imagery. Warning: Two swear word at the end.
A series of poems I wrote concerning one subject...
I love words.
"Cold wind brushes past me and through me as well." My English teacher told me not to write anything humorous, ironic, or angsty. He wanted something pretty. I almost succeeded anyway...
"Squatting against the ground, Your arthritis ridden branches try without luck to touch the sky." This is where personification has come to die...
follow your heart
Just a random little piece, nothing all that special