Poetry...or so I think.
Take a walk in my version of death,
teach me to be the man...
Awake I sit all hours late,
waiting to be the man...
Alive I dream of futures past,
striving to be the man...
Memories fade, scars blur,
and why? To be the man...
LittleJoe's Soapbox
Is it really that hard to not be stupid?
Monday, June 27, 2005
About Me
- Name: littlejoe
- Location: Rockford, Illinois, United States
I used to have superhuman powers, until my therapist took them away.
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2 Comments:
Poetry is the language of the soul. Keep it flowing!
Wonderful. Please keep writing poetry.
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