Donut

When Im here, hear?, do you not?
Or is his voice you still plea?
A deft mountain, i scream at, you are
will an echo just forever answer me?

When Im here, feel? do you not?
or his ghost still make mine flee?
each night, by his? are you haunted?
I'm waving hi as you run inside my mind
-- its just that you cant see

draft : 01-07-2010

I browsed through my articles and found this draft.

"There is more to life, than rant about this puny time that we're lent
we will find someone, that will defy reality, and principles will be bent
It's then that we wouldn't ask why,
what this poem really meant"

I couldn't remember what I wanted to say in this poem, or why I was writing it in the first place. From the looks of it maybe I was trying to write an emotional poem conclusion. Beats me, I really couldn't remember -- and to be honest with you, I couldn't remember my state during pre-Clarice era :) One thing I'm sure though is that the last few lines are prophetic:

"It's then that we wouldn't ask why,
what this poem really meant"

and to be more dramatic I'll repeat it again

"It's then that we wouldn't ask why,
what this poem really meant"

meant meant meant meant...

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current date : 7/26/2011