november.
i think in blank verse all the time and fragment my thoughts with visualized line breaks.
there is a beauty in language i just cannot shake.
so i decided maybe i should go to grad school to write some poems.
we'll see how that works out.
with every beginning there is a residual end from which it stems.
lately i feel as though a part of my life is ending.
and i'm just waiting to get on with what is to come.
i'll admit that since getting my heart broken i have no interest in romance.
i feel bad for my girlfriend, because she is the coolest person i know.
but all i can think about is oppen and pound.
my hair is getting long and i would just like someone to speak another language to me.
without reservation, i would like someone to speak to me.
there is a beauty in language i just cannot shake.
so i decided maybe i should go to grad school to write some poems.
we'll see how that works out.
with every beginning there is a residual end from which it stems.
lately i feel as though a part of my life is ending.
and i'm just waiting to get on with what is to come.
i'll admit that since getting my heart broken i have no interest in romance.
i feel bad for my girlfriend, because she is the coolest person i know.
but all i can think about is oppen and pound.
my hair is getting long and i would just like someone to speak another language to me.
without reservation, i would like someone to speak to me.