I was recently going through some boxes and a came across an old journal that I used to write poetry in; this stuff is from 1995-97. I decided that I would share a few of them with you here on my blog. Unfortunately I haven't written any poetry since this time period.
Red No. 3 1/2
Face in face.
Weak soul,
Neglected in your ignorance.
Kill my pain.
Painicide!
A cracked view.
A cracked mirror.
My cracked skull,
And your cracked soul.
© Oct 9 1997
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