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Sunday, August 31, 2003
 
Teenage Angst

looking down and seeing
the seething sea
my feet on the edge
edging near the end

later to be the center of attention--
an extractor of smiles.
but for now,
no one
ever paying any heed
to my
cry for
Love.

smart cool funny
optimistic.
never sad.

but never isn't ever.
My feet have seen the edge.
They have scraped the stones
That fall towards the sea.


Updated 10/17/03 at 3:23 PM



 
College

All the people in the world,
Billions wandering 'round doing nothing
But all of them wanting
Clawing
Grabbing
Killing
Just for a little something.
Well, I don't know what I want.
What does that make me?