every blank page becomes some kind of story. Even if they're all lies or just moments pulled from imaginary times or even real people mixed up together. Every blank page, i do this. Not that i like words or poetry. I don't. Although, I'll probably pour over these very words over and over admiring my own voice. Wondering, Have i not said this all before?
It's just soothing. It feels right. I feel right with you.
Like mowing the lawn in perfect rows underneath the summer sun. Something about it makes me calm. you calm me.
I'm sorry but I can't stand to read her blogs any longer or his or yours or mine. And when i see stanza lines of poetry they make me shutter instantly.
What is this?
writing a few words and then.....
down to the next!
the next pretty word
maybe if it's written this way
you'll read it this way
and then understand
how I see it in my head
one breath at a time
one hold her in my arms under a
dirty moon glow
it doesn't matter how bad we are together
it's still calming
the words feel like touch
and i will
if you let