Torn Paper

Bits of paper, bits of paper. Pick them up, pick them up.

I tear up paper, throw them to the floor.
I clear my head, you dirty it more.
I pen my moods, on bits of paper.
I lose my cool on bits of paper.
I am a fool on bits of paper.

I tear up paper, throw them to the floor.
I clear my head you dirty it more.
I share with you scores of plenty.
I seem vacant, my words are empty.
I give too much, in these scores of twenty.

Bits of paper, bits of paper. Pick them up, pick them up.



Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 18:19

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Kathy Lockhart
In our frustration in trying to express ourselves clearly and completely, trying to transfer our mind's, our soul's intent we often times throw away these bits that we find inadequate. Only to realize the value of each word that comes from our heart. We throw them down and pick them up. Wisdom is yours my young friend of 20.
Kathy
2006-04-11


Inked.
I am a fool on bits of paper too.

But we'll turn out ok, probably.
2006-04-10