poem reposts
a poem I wrote in my sr year math class in january! it's not very good but I don't even write anymore so I can't really judge it.
sometimes this myriad mountain tumbles, scattering a smattering of feet like stones stumbling across the carpet cliffs. we have danced this night: 'till dawn and sometimes later, still smiling during the avalanche. and we remember everything: loose lips and cold shoulders (all phrases to be taken as literal) and Jeopardy questions from 1993.
(digging, digging, digging...)
Into the foray!
I will show you how the world works, lives, breathes!
(I will show you fear in a handful of dust.)
I will show you the inverse of the universe; nothing but radience;
'till the last tremor.
I also found a poem I wrote in... 2004 HOLY CRAP LIKE FIVE YEARS AGO. it's about a couple in new york and some sort of routine and then the routine breaks but they both continue it, but on their own, and it is just sad and nice and I am going to try to rewrite it because it is really good, considering I was 14.
whaddup useless entry!
sometimes this myriad mountain tumbles, scattering a smattering of feet like stones stumbling across the carpet cliffs. we have danced this night: 'till dawn and sometimes later, still smiling during the avalanche. and we remember everything: loose lips and cold shoulders (all phrases to be taken as literal) and Jeopardy questions from 1993.
(digging, digging, digging...)
Into the foray!
I will show you how the world works, lives, breathes!
(I will show you fear in a handful of dust.)
I will show you the inverse of the universe; nothing but radience;
'till the last tremor.
I also found a poem I wrote in... 2004 HOLY CRAP LIKE FIVE YEARS AGO. it's about a couple in new york and some sort of routine and then the routine breaks but they both continue it, but on their own, and it is just sad and nice and I am going to try to rewrite it because it is really good, considering I was 14.
whaddup useless entry!