"keybord" poems
I can't write.
My fingers, thin, hoover above the keybord, a yellow bug irritating me when it collides with the light bulb
and my eyes, irritated as they are, and the tv in the background because it always is because I am not looking -
thus the situation being, and me in the middle of it, and no other noise except tv, bug, typing and - eventually, my own blood rushing-
and nothing comes from nothing, or so they say, and still no great lines on the page.
I will have to revise this and see what can I change, for next time.
The bug is gone.
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 4:18 PM UTC
You're not a friend of someone when you talk one time to him
You're also not a friend when you can laugh one time with him
You're friends when you can talk about
Paintings,
Food,
Haircolor,
The backspace button on your keybord,
Peanutbutter.
You're friends when you accept who he is
Gay
Straight
Muslim
Soccer player
Tennis player
Pineapple on pizza
(Disgusting)
You're friends when you can be yourself
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC