[Yes, a lot of these are old. Like, written in High school. I will get the new stuff here, too, eventually.]
Grasshoppers on Speed
writing poetry
is therapeutic
because as the emotions
jump around my brain
like grasshoppers on speed
the poetry
melts them
and they can seep through my arms
down to my fingers
and into the key board
and stored on a disk
like a game or term paper
emotions and thoughts
captured in an electronic cage
and I hold the key
and keep it in the bottom of my pocket
so they can't escape
and make me cry again
Thursday, January 25, 2007
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