I wind my clock.
Today, I had to push the minute hand forward five minutes
to get the key into the center slot.
I am ahead of schedule.
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Carbon Dioxide
Posted in Creative Writing with tags suffocation on March 15, 2010 by VergeThese plants have grown on your quiet exhales
And though they’ve starved of you for quite a year now,
They, as I, can still taste your sweet breath on their lips.
sandlines
Posted in Creative Writing with tags cliche poetry, thinly veiled monotony, tired imagery on March 15, 2010 by Vergethe memories of your life
are drawn with lines in sand
as time pushes you towards
something you cannot predict
the breeze of distance makes them not so distinct
not so, unique
they begin to fade, become almost
unrecognizable as your own
and at least once or twice
a wave washes everything a way
Suddenly
Posted in Creative Writing on February 15, 2010 by Vergewhere and when
I think that I know that
the place I’m in is not
the way to live life
on the verge of tears
On The Verge of Tears 