an empty dream in text
a nameless emotion
an expression of love
an angry, maddened notion
meaningless lines on paper
being destroyed and made
expressing a fantasy
more than words could have said
a holder of miracles
scratch, fold and scrunch
a vessel of expression
i even wrap your lunch
wood, clay and graphite
a world i can make
broken, chewed and shaved
a heart i can break
Monday, March 28, 2005
up, down, up, down
Here i m in da school's computer lab doing nothing. Well, cause i've got nothing to do cause ma work is done so i'm listening to musci and serving da net which is like so damn sian. I gonna write crap again. Haha...
