Thursday, September 18, 2008


Winter spring summer fall

Seasons of ached longing

Longing for water inside

Quenching thirst with desire

Passion with prescribed medication

Finding reasons for stitches

Pulled out in sections

Hidden choices and decisions

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love this...and really all of your poems. But after the first line of this one..."winter spring summer fall" I was expecting the line to be "Moomoo Moomoo Moomoo."
I love and miss you and my favorite poem ever(not just out of yours but EVER) is your freedom is a four lettered word one from when AIM did worship summer 07...<3