Don’t fuck
21st June 2009not picking up anything
circling and not picking up anything
why is it that whenever there’s a word
that word is to give to you
as if I weren’t enough for flowers
now you have to have my buds
not picking up anything
circling and not picking up anything
why is it that whenever there’s a word
that word is to give to you
as if I weren’t enough for flowers
now you have to have my buds
21st June 2009 at 10:54 pm
yes
22nd June 2009 at 2:36 am
because when you mention something with a word it makes you feel that its like your own
22nd June 2009 at 8:09 pm
Ryan: *wink*
Mariana: Million dollars! Mad writing skillz! Hot chicks! Ummmm … Enlightenment! Hmmm. Doesn’t seem to be working for me.
23rd June 2009 at 3:24 pm
This reads well. It feels good to read. I’m side stepping the whole ‘meaning’ thing because I’m sure one could impose a variety of meanings on it. The point I’m trying to make is that because it’s the kind of poem one is happy to read over and over again - Christ, I must have read it twenty times already - then one is more likely to try and impose a sense of sense on it rather than simply shrugging and pass on by. That said I’m not crazy on the title (assuming that is the poem’s title). I think it could be more helpful.
23rd June 2009 at 10:13 pm
Thanks, Jim. I have no idea what the title and the first two lines mean. I’ve been trying to remember what I was on about, but this was written a few weeks ago late at night.
Not that I would tell you what it was, even if I could remember. ;)