what happens when you write poetry during class.
04/22/2004 09:41 p.m.
planted firmly on the ground
your feet, so entitled to this
and my heart, so crushed by this

i am promising myself to never fall in love
i am promising you the same

*

whisper vs rainstorm
sand vs ocean current
image vs reflection

*

tonight there's nothing left but wishes for a clean bed and a clean slate.

*

he stands, idle minded
emptying the hot change from his pockets
with those filthy
hands of his

and he's got nothing
to say to me
and not a penny
to offer me

i'm insensitive and i am only growing worse
my candied heart a rotten sweet
and your candied tongue, a new antagonistic plot
I am currently Bleh