i've grown up. i have changed. my poetry has changed. so i've decided to delete my old poetry here and begin posting new poetry. i am not the type of writer that can write everyday or very often. my writing takes time, i take time to accumulate my thoughts. but at times, bursts of inspiration pop into my head, and those are usually what give way to my best poetry. |
I am a tree
my branches tangled into a mob of confusion...
Polluted tears slide down a dirty cheek
balloons enter the room in single file...
Imagine living yet you're not fully alive
everything goes on normally around you...people...
I haven't been on this site in a long time and i recently came back. i've posted some new poetry and would really appreciate ratings and comments. i'd love to do the same in return. |
"the writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult" -charles bukowski |