December 14, 2005

Friends

Danger

Killing us is rumourís sport
and all unite, lacking
thought of who; or what
you came to say.

Desired

Plural suitcase, full of
energy asks if we can
take it.
Iím not sure that I'm enough.
Advance and comment naked.

Sad

Really donít know just
how to start,
Iím lost
and
nothingís real.
Nearby, you are
on your own and
no one hears you crying.

Calm

Only you could
laugh and joke while
Injuns call and kill us all.


- 4 comments by 1 or more people Not publicly viewable

  1. sorry, the old title was obviously misleading.

    14 Dec 2005, 20:50

  2. Oh, ok.

    Like all of these. :)

    15 Dec 2005, 12:26

  3. these were better imo before u changed them. altho i cant remember now because uve gone and ruined the lot. well not ruined, can u put the drafts up alongside or on another part of blog?

    18 Dec 2005, 15:22

  4. Ant

    hmm…i was going to ask which poems but i disagree that they were better before, although, like you i can't really remember what they were like.

    20 Dec 2005, 16:56


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