

WordsThinking, PonderingWords
What to write? No words come flowing Out the quill
Sitting, Waiting
Something to happen My love where have you gone? I trace every letter Down to the bone Blood streaming from the tips Of every soul The saplings quiver in
Surprise, Sadness
Feet stop moving The body stops breeding The mind stops changing And for a moment Its only you You standing alone in a room You humming those last notes You screaming to be salvaged You trapped by my presence You wishing it
Silence

Sandals and MittensWritten words like sandals Flip flopping past the eveningSandals and Mittens
Sun, crying out to the People over there standing
Waiting for something Not knowing who Or what or why Cant think, so shy
But who of us can
Judge the exact flip Flopping of sandals In the sand?
Can we change the Words already written? The flip flopping of
That solitary mitten?
Can we even describe
Our feelings inside As we look For some semblance
That our lives Wont be in vain That well move on  
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Idiocy is measured by ones actions, not thoughts.
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