I have no idea why I wrote poems. As you can see they aren't very good. But I guess I should move them over and not delete them when I close the myspace. Don't expect much, you will be disappointed.
Original post on, Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Fragile
My form has become fragile
Life keeps moving forward.
I feel it dragging me along.
What memory will I keep today?
I try not to look backwards.
It is a waste to judge each wrong.
But the past will have it’s say.
I can feel the gathering speed.
My wish is for the quiet.
Acceptance is a relief.
How to judge each need?
Denial causes the riot.
I will question the belief.
Original post on ,Saturday, July 24, 2010
Rattling
I hate the rattling between my ears.
How did age bring more tears?
It frustrates me and distracts me.
I wish it would find what wants to be.
Yet I keep being drawn in.
These thoughts from with in.
That rattle has an existence of its own.
Is it mine or just on loan?
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