Wednesday, May 20, 2009

my little light

and these signs, they're all blank
like the checks i must sign, here
take my life
take my friends, take my brain

it's like being forced to burn my throat
with all your stomach acid
i've got no pensieve and i
i can't remember all your minds
and i'm failing forty subjects just to stay in line

and i
i can't write poetry when i'm sad
because what i want i never get
and half of me wants to let you go
because the other half is scared

so it comes out like this

1 comment:

the unholy atlantic said...

this is a) very obviously blake-inspired b) disjointed c) cool because of the aforementioned qualities