A little addicted, I suppose.

L.T.= "Pure Imagination" by Maroon 5


I think I'm going to be a little addicted to making really odd poems. I don't know why I like writing them. I think I like reading the spectacular finish rather than making it, you know? Well, here goes.

a fallen branch
has left a scar on my soul
a fallen leaf
a mere needle

my tears do not burn
as they used to
do not fall
as the fallen branch

centuries may pass
with the heat rising
above the waters
i may float

a sky that has an ending
a story that creates no plot
my life
in a nutshell

a fallen branch
in a nutshell
is a sky
in a cloud

do they flow as i feel them?
these emotions of mine?
do they flow,
or do they fall?

do you turn to look
at my sunken eyes?
do you smile
when you see them?

yes.
you smile when you see my misery.
you smile when you see,
the last branch fall.

Shit. That didn't make any sense. That's awesome though.

Currently Feeling: Shrugful

The Word of the Day: Stranger