damn, I don't even get it.. but hey, if you do... to each his own.. I don't even understand why that popped into my head.. :D just kinda sleepy... and bored... but hey.... well... okay :D


Hey, if you get it..

Oh what the hell
I'll just write to write.
I don't have a purpose, a feeling,
my words have no need to take flight.

I'm just a person
sitting here, bored.
Just a little person
with no treasure to hoard.

I have nothing to give
save a bored, happy soul.
Nothing to give but a mind
untidy but whole.

I write just to write
not for publicity and crap.
I write to help myself
fill this huge gap.

I can't even remember
why I started writing this.
Even I don't understand
how my thoughts process.

They just kind of go
from one thing to the next.
Not stopping to make sure
I'm still writing the text.

They just keep going
and going and going.
Like the boat in the rhyme
that keeps rowing and rowing.

I can't think anymore
drowning in a thought.
I guess I should stop
less it all be for naught.



Poetry by Mary
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Written on 2006-08-14 at 06:29

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PoeticProcrastination
aww I wish we were going to the same school!!! :( sigh. well, we'll have to make up for it with manymany downtown mall trips!!! hokay? hokay cool.

Ooooh I get it!! haha I've had days like that.
2006-08-15


Andy
Excellent mary everyone can probably relate to this. Glad you've wrote something where ya been!!!? ^_^ See you at school!
2006-08-14