Okay, so I said I was going to be a little better about writing. However, I can't seem to find two minutes to sit down and frame my thoughts into any sort of order. That's where poetry has always come in for me. It lets me jot down something (real or imagined) in the moment. Without any conscious effort. Sometimes that means my poetry isn't that great... But it exists, great or slapdash or just plain bad, it's there - a moment or a thought pressed between the pages of my life so that I can go back and remember it later. Here's two that I dashed off during the last few weeks and haven't done anything with. I think that because of how busy my work life has been lately I'm slipping into almost a faux haiku style. At the moment that is how I hear things in my head - short clipped and almost sing song. Maybe I'm going slightly mad...
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You make me nervous.
I think you lie sometimes,
because sometimes I do too.
And yet, your lies are so much better than mine.
southern martyr 10-09
It Just Ain't Right...
Wrong day wrong week
wrong month wrong year
Wrong man wrong love
wrong hope wrong fear
southern martyr 10-09
Well folks, that's all I got today. At least it's something...
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