there is no
body there, only
a shell filled with
warm air. through
the cracks come
whispers like,
"are you alright?"
and the question
crawls up and
down my spine.
Believe it or not, this is a sign that I may be on my way back to not being in a rut anymore. This is one of those that just popped into my head.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
2 comments:
yay for not being in ruts. i'm slowly but surely writing back to your letter. i'm getting so lost in words, all of them, everywhere. i just can't take it. (clearly this english major thing is still bothering - terrifying - me.) sorry i didn't mean for this comment to be so much of a mess.
p.s. and YES roadtrip to california sounds fantastic =)
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