Monday, February 27, 2012

Day 950:

i do not have enough experience to fill a page
all intent has left my body
i am a walking shell
aa hallow corpse
every bit of poetry
stuck to my sleeves
telling the beautiful people who pass
to take a piece of me
that part at least
is free

i keep asking for from myself
and life
and breathing
dont want to put in what i need
i stay
sit back
watch the days pass like promises
and fill the lines like practice
nothing comes in
nothing goes out
a factory broken down to the basic
lost its magic
theres gotta be something out there
a golden ticket
maybe 3 or 5
a child who knows whats missing
a glimmer like a promise
a smile like a key
someone who makes their way past the gates
and opens me

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