The future lay next to me
Softly drifting to sleep
My future
Your future
Our future to keep
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
Pencil, I write with thee,
Ideas give unto me,
Storms of brains,
Give me thoust worst rains.
Words start flowing,
So the story can keep going and going,
Like how boats will keep rowing and rowing,
And sewing machines, sewing and sewing.
Stanzas continue to get longer,
Therefore, providing fuller pages,
And it unlocks these thoughts,
From their cages.
The cages are now discarded,
So I'll end the same way I started.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
I'm like a pencil,
you can use me for now,
but eventually I'll break.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC