sometimes, i have random thoughts. sometimes, i find these thoughts scribbled on scraps of papers or in margins of notebooks. i suppose that i could, and should, take the time to develop these thoughts into some sort of poetry. some of them might even make for decent songs, full of stereotypical teenage angst. but i feel that in some odd way this would destroy their meaning.
(1)
The rigid circle of your arms
Leaves me broken, stiff, and cold.
I'm knocking, knocking, knocking at your door.
Father won't you let me in?
(2)
you could be
anything.
in the midst of
nothing.
and still be my
everything.
(3)
our feet trod on through heavy silence,
marred by the absent sounds of
all the things we long to say.
(4)
take this silver blade
and twist it one more time.
take back all the things you said,
because best friends never lie.
(5)
ruoy ta kool a ekat
. n o i t c e l f e r
fo duorp uoy era
? e r a u o y t a h w
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