Number 8 Pencil

I never liked reading poetry all that much, but did enjoy writing it for a brief amount of time. This is a collection of those poems and hopefully will include some yet to be written.

Thursday, April 17, 2003

Rise Up

I smelled a skunk
and enjoyed the scent
You may say it's wrong
but I laugh originality
so keep your tomatoes
and bathe in my sincerity

The mind is a shadow
Guilt is a pleasure
Skin lies far below
My bones brave the weather

Rise above
Rise up
Rise up

I watched your window
and I ain't no peeping tom
You can call it odd
but I love your silhouette
so fix this broken glass
Our day's not over yet

Guilt casts a shadow
The mind creates sin
My bones begin to slow
You only see my skin
Look closer

Open your eyes
Rise up

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