Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Friday, April 03, 2009
heart lodged in my throat I try to spit it out- it refuses to go either way
dried-up thoughts crackle loudly within my head- fully charging it up
lost my grip on the things I handled too well- will summer breeze bring it all back?