Aug 19, 2004 01:12
...but i tried rhyming a poem in 8th grade, found it the other day, and had to laugh a while:
"the week before last"-
you can't have you cake
and eat it too
it'd be too hard to swallow
many sleepless nights you've had
many more to follow
what good is freedom
if you can't find your way?
does it matter: dawn or day?
mardi gras without a sound
a child sleeping on the ground
teddy bear gone away
so in love but yesterday
took the path commonly taken
path leads no where, soon to be shaken
time heals all wounds
or those left unsalted
for many thorned oceans
you seem to have vaulted
he can still seek you
when he falls off the ledge
but you walk illuding circles
not far from the edge
platonic affection
sweaty palms
long since habitually
offer themselves
yeah. so much for metrical organization and absence of clichés. good to look back though.