Wow, talk about a diatribe, huh? It really does feel good to get what you’re feeling out onto paper (I mean pixels).
I had an exam in Psych class, but passed it easily. Thursday I have a geography exam, and on Friday I have a Rock ‘n Roll one. Plus, there were three papers I had to write over the weekends. I love how professors conspire to put all assignments due during the same week, then throw in some tests for extra measure.
I’ve written so many poems in the past three weeks it isn’t even funny. I really should look into getting them published.
I’m considering going to see The Miracle Worker. Shawn tells me it’s quite good. I need to do something besides sitting in my room waiting for the damn phone to ring.
Anyway, here’s one of the poems I wrote tonight:
“Doorstep”
the dark eve and the m
oment of hesitation
uncertainly lean
and her ey
es closed
and no
w mi
ne t
oo
a
nd
sude
nly, th
e world
is alive, all
things unspo
ken through o
ur
lips
It’s one of the more ‘normal’ ones, because I like to use odd spacing. HTML doesn’t allow for that, though.
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