The crumpled heap that is my bed
Reflects the chaos in my head
The mix of clothes strewn on the floor
Tells stories of my inner-war
This crumb right here, that toe-nail there:
It's obvious I'm in despair!
But it could be that I'm not crazy:
Perhaps it's simply that I'm lazy.
Stephanie Says:
This blog is where I post my poems, when I remember or when I find scraps of paper from years ago. The date I post a poem usually has nothing to do with the date I wrote it!
I feel like poetry is discovered, rather than written, and I like to find it and share it. It's kind of like archaeology - you can unearth a good poem and learn something from it. But you didn't really write the poem yourself, you just provided the medium through which the poems can show themselves to the world. At least, that's what it feels like to me.
Showing posts with label Poems about Everyday Things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems about Everyday Things. Show all posts
Friday, 7 November 2008
Thursday, 6 November 2008
Rumbling
All the people sitting near me
Are pretending they can't hear me,
Because my stomach's being rude
Making noise and wanting food
Are pretending they can't hear me,
Because my stomach's being rude
Making noise and wanting food
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