Some believe that poetry should rhyme and follow certain rules; but for me, poetry is when the words fall out of my head onto the paper. And when I read those words later, they still speak to me. Perhaps something i've spewed forth strikes a chord in you...
this is my poetry
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
pshhht
I speak and no one listens Save the dogs and they don't care. My words go off into the air As if I were alone in here. Even when I'm not...
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