still no poetry and forcing it just feels wrong, so instead, i'm going to post old stuff...
i need to move a bunch of stuff over from my old myspace blog, as well as stuff i have written down in books and journals...
tonight i found an old journal from when i was 19.
i find it both cute and embarrassing to see who i once was
ode to my pen
out of my head
into my hand
you command words
across the paper
in short, crisp stanzas
you make thoughts immortal
giving feelings a voice
reminding me, ridiculing me
telling my truths and my lies
you help my heart heal
while breaking it
speaking words of love,
hate, anger and bliss
i never seem to
be able to control you
but when i'm in your presence
the possibilities are endless
(1998)
