Hey, right now I'm spending a year in China. I'm actually an American. The poetry website I love is dead and I miss being able to chat poetry with online friends. So I came on a search and here I am. Get to know me through my words and I'm eager to learn all I can about other peoples thoughts and prose. My poems are more me thinking things over than trying to make something beautiful. So, I'll try but I'm here to read more than to create. |
My love is like a four leafed clover.
Search for it, and it seems impossible...
"Let me out in the rain." said the old...
"Let me out in the rain...
I don't know how to get out of these dark spaces.
There are these dark places I crawl down and curl...
"Let me out in the rain." said the old...
"Let me out in the rain...
I love midnight.
not for partying or watching late night television...
"I'm tired," said the bird to the bee,
"Acting as an explanation is a tiering...
My love is like a four leafed clover.
Search for it, and it seems impossible...
Give me some sort of reality |
Don't play god to my Jesus, I'm not a son to be praised. |