every word i lay down is an expression of me
every meaning you read is a feeling i felt
i type because i like the sound
i write cuzz i love the work
i do it for me i use to do it for you
the feelings i had use to pore out of these hands
a waterfall of beautiful words and phrases
but the feelings have left everything has changed
a baby is born new to its body new to its feelings
aware but confused a miss guided stream
but the light is brighter the path much clearer
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
Writing on steps mind filled of hopes and dreams some of you some of me and everything else, thoughts colliding and crashing in my head filled with smoke and ashes of once complete thoughts, such a confused and clouded mind how can i write a poem when I'm as proper as improper i don't, what you call this is what i call it, what you see in this is what i see so don't dig deep it only goes 2 feet don't look far its all in front of you
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 12:25 PM UTC