october thirteenth at nine thirty p.m.
save me or save yourself

so i guess it was just tonight when i realized that poetry is so much different to me than it is to you. when i see what you would describe as a poem would be for me just random thoughts and one liners, put together one after another semi-randomly. for me you would see a group of words, a paragraph, a story. this is poetry.

i can't even talk to you anymore.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame