I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ~Jack Kerouac

by khristin ann Sunday, January 30, 2005 at 11:59 PM


I used to attempt to write poems all the time. The other day, out of complete boredom, I picked up the book I used to write in, and started flipping through it. I felt really compelled to write something, and I don't really like what I wrote yet. But I found one that I wrote a couple months ago about Shane.

Don't hold on
to something
that never happened
Don't try to stop me,
because I am running
in the other direction
This will never become
You never really cared
about me
But I still believed
Everything you said

Blogger C to the Arrie said...

I like the color  


Blogger Jennifer Johnson said...

you should write more often  


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