Sit with me under:
I see your sleepy moves
Draining from eyes
stoned
cool
I see you.
Sit with me beside:
let's shed a by-life
and go
all
the
way,
watch the universe go by--
sweep by sweep,
a like to likes unknown,
watches a world
with selfward watching eyes
But, unknown to
you;
I see you:
inverts my senses,
trips them on wooden limbs,
and cannot see my self,
only a
one
pointed
way.
This language held under my tongue,
for this unable to
say.
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Written February 26th, 2005
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Hi! This is a really neat poem! I was on crutches for a couple of months last year and so i like how you talk about tripping on wooden limbs. I know how hard it was for me to walk with crutches, and this gives a good picture of what you are talking about! I hope to write like you someday! Babe Pinky
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good!!
Hiya welcum 2 allpoetry I don't realy understand this poem but than again I didn't write or and im not a good poet LOL
Hope you get loadz of kl coments
here this is just to start you off (a Applaud)
kepp writting (I am going to see your other poems noww )LOL
Thanxz for letting me read all of them in advance
XxsarahxX AKA XxJellyBeanxX
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