If we do not write
about ourselves
we will always be stuck with
reading the crap others write
about us.
- 25 April 2008
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A bit of poetry
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Poem of the moment
- Poem for the girl on my left arm -
It's warm beneath the sheets and
already bright outside.
Opening my eyes i brush away
Strands of hair
That during the night had drifted
Across my chest.
I turn my head
And see eyelids slightly pale,
Half asleep, clamped indignantly shut
Against the light dripping through the blinds.
I shelter them with my shadow,
Then splash
A gentle kiss.
It's warm beneath the sheets and
already bright outside.
Opening my eyes i brush away
Strands of hair
That during the night had drifted
Across my chest.
I turn my head
And see eyelids slightly pale,
Half asleep, clamped indignantly shut
Against the light dripping through the blinds.
I shelter them with my shadow,
Then splash
A gentle kiss.
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1 comment:
We are not the only owners of the truth about ourselves. We are partially blinded. We just see what we want to see. Of course we are the only ones who can see inside us. But sometimes other people can see through our skins and perhaps have interesting things to say about us. :)
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