the suspense is throwing salt on my wounds, but not killing me yet
Month: February 2008
hit and run
these words, they hit and run,
words that hit, and don’t sit
to see what happens next,
words that run, and miss out on the fun
and fear of judgement.
words that have no meaning,
so you make your own.
words that carry no feelings,
so you make your own.
words that don’t tell you who I am,
so you make your own
me
my lines
this is not poetry
it is thought in words
words lined up
my lines
impulse?
So maybe I stood before it a whole 7 seconds before taking it to the counter and buying it.
Today, I bought a guitar. yes.
lost thought
crap, forgot
that snap thought
in so small a moment
it got lost