Writing on the way
Did I speak
a second too soon or too late?
was it wrong to speak at all?
Did my presence here inspired
emptyness to appear?
or am I just dead for a while
It's sort of empty
but
I want to write
what I feel
with a spark of life
a twinkle of a twist
somthing real and like me
but lately
nothing seems to come
but we'll see, I'll take each life's day
with or without writing on the way...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Zondag, september 12, 2004 22:31 |
| Jep, that's right...je moet het niet forceren é..De ene dag lukt het, de andere dag niet..Don't worry about it ;-)Have a nice day, Tim.. | |
| dimly me: | Zondag, september 05, 2004 16:05 |
| was het een vroege treinreis? |
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| BloodElf: | Zondag, september 05, 2004 12:35 |
| Precies!! Prachtig joh! |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 september 2004 | ||
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