a haiku for you.
Words seep from me, like
rain through cracked, stained-glass windows.
As panes leak, pains fade.
Wish for Words
365 Poems. Written by Me.
5.29.2012 (19/365)
5.28.2012 (18/365)
5.21.12 (17/365)
Most Days
5.19.12 (16/365)
The ache of longing
I am not a poet.
I tell myself that poetry used to be easier to write. But I’m not so sure that’s true. I think of myself as being poetic, but in truth, prose has always come to me so much more easily. I am not naturally a poet, but I will keep trying to become a better one.
5.16.12 (15/365)
Time to start this up again.
Stay tuned…
4.13.12 (13/365)
Parts (of me)
4.13.12 (13/365)
The Love Letter of Us
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