For James
My oldest friend asked me to publish some poems here. So here you go Jamie...enjoy the darkness of my angsty poems....egads.
Trapped.
Chained by the wrists.
Bound by this impotent state of virginity.
Imprisoned by the last of those who know nothing.
The blind monks
Watch over all, ever faithfully
Waiting to strike with numbed fingers.
That's all for now. Poetry is not my strong point, so don't hold it against me. More strangeness yet to come.
Trapped.
Chained by the wrists.
Bound by this impotent state of virginity.
Imprisoned by the last of those who know nothing.
The blind monks
Watch over all, ever faithfully
Waiting to strike with numbed fingers.
That's all for now. Poetry is not my strong point, so don't hold it against me. More strangeness yet to come.
posted by Caitlin at 4:20 PM
2 Comments:
you know i will always be your biggest fan caity-bear...and keep writing...when you produce your first great novel i will only say i told you so...
Let's see some updates!
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