i daydream
and create my own fictional world
briefly interrupted from time to time
by reality
i mumble when it calls for shouting
stutter when it calls for eloquence
and do nothing when called to action
that waste of potential your mama warned you about?
i'm all up in dat ass

I post here because the voices here are much kinder than the voices in my head.


"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

My crappy blog: http://www.livejournal.com/users/eyes_of_mine/

Blind Eye Turning: My book
http://www.lulu.com/content/187759

My other crappy blog:
http://inevitabletruth.blogspot.com/