my general thoughts on life during this autumnal month.


october skies

spin it sideways, turn it around,
look from over here
can you see it?
rain rain go away, come again
another day

scratch it out,
change the words
so we don't upset them
(censor this thought)
nobody needs to know

there are no people
there is no them or they
just us (sh...)
it's all or nothing now

we all bleed the same blood --
and it's gray



Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-10-11 at 03:40

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kladdpapper
I just read this again and

"scratch it out,
change the words
so we don't upset them
(censor this thought)
nobody needs to know"

is very well written and I know this feeling.

sara.
2006-11-09


kladdpapper
when individuality goes away and everyone become a collective mass, everything becomes the same and that's just grey and boring.. don't know if that was what you meant. But the whole 'censor this thought', there's no them or they just us, and the grey blood , just seemed kind of communism-ish .. but maybe that's just me.
2006-10-11


Kathy Lockhart
Gray blood. Now thats an image I will ponder. Speaking of images, the two of you are quite amusing. My October skies today are blue but the gray is on its way. Usually it arrives in November and stays until May. : ) kathy
2006-10-11