Poetry of a Conlanger

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Freewrite (11/9/06)

The pain?
It’s ashes now,
Replaced by
Newfound confidence
And quirky come-hither looks.

Well, I try.

Sometimes I wonder
That if I believe enough,
It would be true.

Not Very Likely.

Bell to bell to bell,
I can’t stop thinking about you.
Shut up, I tell myself,
But it’s a truly useless exercise.

I mean,
I used to believe in
But now I’m not so sure.

I’d rather be multicolored
Than two-toned, anyways.

Just shrug and smile, folks,
Shrug and smile.


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