my idols
December 27, 2009
i spend my life
grasping for dreams
just within my reach
fearing for all my
wits they’ll slip and leave
me out on the streets
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
i spend my life
grasping for dreams
just within my reach
fearing for all my
wits they’ll slip and leave
me out on the streets
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile
December 29, 2009 at 1:56 pm
This poem has definitely stayed with me since I first read it a couple days ago. Good work.
December 29, 2009 at 6:23 pm
woot.