/// and blood dark red, against white keys
these notes that cut me to my knees
these notes that cut me till i cry
these notes that bleed me till i die
these notes that sing out sad but true
...all are singing out to you...
Yes.. I was feeling nostalgic the other day and looking through my old poetry and songs. Its funny to me. I could see the progression of my own life. Interesting. I wonder how Burroughs or Ginsburg felt reading their older work.
you might awaken a monster if you post these things... if all of SK and after them he LJ and the rest will start posting their hischool writings... Don't think theres enough bandwidth in the world for that