flash from the past.
I found some old poems of mine. haha, who knew I used to write, right? My mom has always thought I should become a writer. Get famous writing some book. Doesn't look like that will ever hapen. Bennington discouraged me. There were too many writers there, I thought practically all of them were better than me. Any way, enough intro, here there are....
*written 9/10/06*
my body aches
I should sleep
my head pounds with thoughts
whispered truths
fluttering eyelashes
soft hair
smooth skin
closed eyes
an empty vessle
many vistors leaving with answers.
more to give
but nothing to keep.
everthing must go.
packets of information
none of it useful
too many pieces
odd angles
new shapes
nothing fits together
broken forever
thrown astray
left in a dusty closet
hidden beeath
old wishes and forgotten dreams
*written 9/27/04 for adam*
My Body has healed
but still thirsts for you
It has learned to compensate
with others
My Mind has healed
but still wnaders back to you
It has learned to replace you
with others
My Heart still brandishes a few scratches
but is madly trying to heal
It wants to forget you
with others
*written 9/10/06*
my body aches
I should sleep
my head pounds with thoughts
whispered truths
fluttering eyelashes
soft hair
smooth skin
closed eyes
an empty vessle
many vistors leaving with answers.
more to give
but nothing to keep.
everthing must go.
packets of information
none of it useful
too many pieces
odd angles
new shapes
nothing fits together
broken forever
thrown astray
left in a dusty closet
hidden beeath
old wishes and forgotten dreams
*written 9/27/04 for adam*
My Body has healed
but still thirsts for you
It has learned to compensate
with others
My Mind has healed
but still wnaders back to you
It has learned to replace you
with others
My Heart still brandishes a few scratches
but is madly trying to heal
It wants to forget you
with others