"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, November 8, 2010


A clock ticks
But not fast enough
Hating this moment
Wishing for the next

Impatience taps it foot
Inside my brain
Joined with thoughts
That pace among questions

My heart sits on the edge
It wants to leap into love
I gave an ultimatum
Destiny waiting on a phone call


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