post any writings that are less than ten lines

It’s the ways I found your warmth In others Parts torn to pieces Made whole To my alliegence To what we could have been It’s the ways My drunken words Will never find you But still wants to speak To acceptance To understanding To my ego Because seeing you smile feeds it I deserve more Than I care for I’m modest I’m honest about myself And that’s the problem Caged bird Free if I feel like I am Just to be here Still silent, waiting To open my doors Will you meet me there?

crazy how you can do everything with time except go back

Borrowed bones built towers With forest cut into charts and numbers On rivers tamed to carry waste Down again straight in haste and gain.....

Oh legs , how vile could you be , that on chrismas day you didnt take it easy on me , though i own the bulk of the blame, But surely my legs will be tame and recover quickly for another day, for now i will lament in silence with the pain left from workout on leg day and take it easier some other day