Wednesday, May 4, 2011


I feel weird on how I acted
On what I audaciously wrote
I know things should be taken lightly
So I must hold back tightly

Listening to a song, words all foreign
My thoughts were suddenly aroused
Even though I can’t understand a single word
I feel the emotions being told

I can’t compose a single train of thought
For a few hours I fought
To control my words from frantically gushing out
I feel my head is like a spout

I’m sorry if this poem makes no sense
I’m becoming so intense
The words are becoming difficult to pick
This is it, I’m going to smoke my last stick

posted on Facebook: Friday, April 10, 2009 at 7:46am

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