See Me writing.


It’s quiet. I’m in state of sleep,
A state of dreams
A state of stop.

You might call me soft
Monday has it’s reasons to call it quits
thursday’s a bitch but I’m on all grown
up
Hide your own load.
Wednesday ’s the same but then later
and so it goes on-

It’s kind of a state I dream and it
seems to go fine
Until tomorrow now comes
in hours away
I can’t stop
I’m cracked up

I’m fine I’m good
Mind your own load I’m
in upper or calm flow
crafting I’m shifting
taking my high and low

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Comments (9)
  • drelayaraja on Feb 1, 2010

    Wonderful.. I will see you writing more…

  • Darla Cooke on Feb 1, 2010

    Interesting poem.

  • Guy Hogan on Feb 1, 2010

    Yes, I can relate to this poem. That’s just the way writing is.

  • LOVELYHONEY on Feb 1, 2010

    beautiful words
    lhlhlh

  • VTech on Feb 1, 2010

    Good , thanks for sharing.

  • virtualredheart on Feb 2, 2010

    very creative… good expression from you

  • albert1jemi on Feb 2, 2010

    great share

  • albert1jemi on Feb 2, 2010

    great wrods

  • albert1jemi on Feb 2, 2010

    great words

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