I've got this rant in my head, but I could never repeat it word for word. It doesn't make me feel any better. I don't think that is what people want to hear. But I have to write something, if not only to excercise my fingers, to train them to move obediently. My demons have already had enough excercise.
I bought a t-shirt from some guy a long time ago. It had a drawing of a skull. The message underneath proclaimed 'Neanderthals are among us, even now'. That is so true. I might fit the bill, but my feet are too small. And my heart is too big.
-Poem in Progress-
Heaven Help ME
For Being a Sentimental
Sap
Oozing
From the Trees
Like Sticky Tears
Trapping the Flies
Come for a Taste
Hardening over Time
To Golden Amber
Preserving
Placed on a Shelf
In the cellar
to gather dust
trapped
in a new home.
I bought a t-shirt from some guy a long time ago. It had a drawing of a skull. The message underneath proclaimed 'Neanderthals are among us, even now'. That is so true. I might fit the bill, but my feet are too small. And my heart is too big.
-Poem in Progress-
Heaven Help ME
For Being a Sentimental
Sap
Oozing
From the Trees
Like Sticky Tears
Trapping the Flies
Come for a Taste
Hardening over Time
To Golden Amber
Preserving
Placed on a Shelf
In the cellar
to gather dust
trapped
in a new home.
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