He makes a steady sound inside
Like a million computers
Whirring in a
Concrete room.
His veins form a
Steel infrastructure
Unconcerned
With pumping blood,
There’s no room anyway
For gray matter has invaded
Each cubicle of space
Oh so efficiently.
MaKe YoUrSeLf At HoMe
PoEmS bY tHe MoNtH
- December 2013
- July 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- March 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- December 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- March 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- November 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- February 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
pSaLm 119:32
"I run in the path of your commands, for you have set my heart free."
tag, you’re it
appetite
art
birds
butterfly
car
childhood
children
christmas
clouds
coffee
college
college student
color
colors
conversation
dance
dream
dreams
eyes
family
fingers
fly
future
hair
hands
happiness
happy
heart
home
hope
laugh
life
look
love
memories
memory
mind
money
morning
music
name
night
notes
ocean
office
painting
poetry
rain
relationships
school
silence
skin
sky
sleep
smile
snow
sound
storm
summer
sun
talk
think
thoughts
time
tired
together
treasure
trees
warm
water
winter
wish
woods
words
work
~fresh poems~
From my favorite poet:
“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.” ~Mary Oliver
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Monica
Are we all headed in this direction?
jacsprat
I hope not, but some days it definitely seems like it.