Smile, you're reading terrible poetry

[booksaregood]

What time is it?
Quarter past too soon,
The hands clap,
Where do I go?
Halfway there
To stop and stare,
Am I lost? Or simply,
Forgetting that I never was?
Then that sweet sound
That beats from beneath
The soft ground,
And I smile

Comments

[clayven]

who is that joe?

s o n i c l o v e

mikey

[booksaregood]

if you meant who wrote it? or who its about? the answer to both would be myself, i hope i didn't make you too nauseous, anyways take care

[clayven]

dude, you know i'm an expressive type of guy. i'm really impressed joe. i knew that you wrote stuff but i never figured that i'd ever get to read any of it.

keep em coming man, maybe you'll inspire a few other people to come out of thier shells a bit more?

s o n i c l o v e

mikey

[postmodernpoet]

Don't call it terrible...you know you are talented. Or, I hope you know.

[booksaregood]

i know, or do i?

[dejectedreamer]

You better know.

[postmodernpoet]

geez, you're so philosophical!