|Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.|
|The chief proof of man’s real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness.Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930)|
who am I worries
torturing my guts; twisting my nuts
I can’t go on like this!
found my happy place
where they love me
respectfully in their underwear
Gasp Gasp Gasp
Not working, shit
some urine leaked out
Now I’m sweaty and wet
forget me and what i’ve got to say
I’m making a b line for the end of this day
but first i’ve got something important to do
I’ve got to say what I’ve got to say to you
It doesn’t matter if I’m sweaty and sick,
I’m gonna get through it through the thick of it.
Respect starts with an understanding that you’ll take the time to understand
I took a creative writing class in 2006 .. below are the poems I wrote for the topics of a memory, a list of words, and an object.
each breath a broken struggle
what are you waiting for?
we’re all here now
after the pinch of the needle
an emaciated african girl
she eats them by the handful.
tiny folds at the end of each link
I eat the extras raw