A/N I don't have a date for this one, although I can tell you it was written when I was in college the first time around, so between 2005 and 2010. It was written on the back of an old assignment and is unfinished. I don't know where the second part of the poem is, … Continue reading Death’s Driver
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Forgotten Post #15: Own
I have the words, I laid them down somewhere, I think, I think, I heard the tune in the air, so before I turn and lay to waste, bring the melody to your lips and wait, for an absolution, to a history that is yours to bare towards a future not quite ready to go … Continue reading Forgotten Post #15: Own
When I Was Young
When I was Young When I was young I learned of two roads in a wood I did not believe to be yellow, for it was a coward's color, made of caution and weariness. But I was put before the roads, and made to choose. Until I plowed forward, creating a third. When I was … Continue reading When I Was Young
#23: Dear Charlie…take 2
Dear Charlie, I've started, and stopped, this letter so many times that I have to use my age as a timeline for the drafts. You can see it if you look back at all the drafts, a slight shift in words, in tone. My vocabulary grew, as well as my curses. Mom wouldn't let me … Continue reading #23: Dear Charlie…take 2
