the first poem I wrote since sophomore year of high school. i really like fragments, this really isn't something i'm proud of. But I want to store ALL my poems on this blog thinger... (from 12/16/06)
dry cracked fingers
held together
aligning with their partners
empty breathes
wishing for sleep
sleepless nights
with stale breath
bile and stale
sore and itchy
is the rose
that is meant to be treasured
gasping gulping
small critter
creating panic
sick and tired
just too damn sick and tired
heavy breathing
raping me
of a chance of slumber.
mmm not sure how i feel about the use of "raping"
but im not going to bother to change this one. not worth it.
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