Raw and Pungent

I am here, therefore I write. I try to read books, people, patterns and lost thoughts in the ocean of time. I mostly write for myself and sometimes you. You are the reason I am. Love, P

Jan 22, 2011

Broken Parabel?

Long dreams.
Lost causes.
Moist Feelings.
Colorful dust.
Blood.
Smoke.
Scent of paint.
Dry towels.
Cold side of the pillow.

Some interesting words from a poem I tried writing.
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Labels: heartnotes, Lost poems
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