Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2011
silence is as silence does
they tell me this is all because
we are free and you are not
to be the one
who is no... one at all
rounded by something skinny and seen through
a letter and a book and a fire
of burning
paper
and words thought out by ideas called paper and pen and man and why?
dissolve it all
it's all unreal and forever here
there is near
infinity
I hate writing
554
   Kayla
Please log in to view and add comments on poems