Wednesday, August 12, 2009

unconscious


on the side of my lip
there's chocolate smudged
and I don't know it
until somebody points it out

I scrape my leg somewhere
and there's blood
running down my calf
and I don't know it
until it drips

and there are answers, tangled
deep in the murky waters
of my mind like weeds
and I don't know it
until I take the pen off the paper
and read what I've written

3 comments:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

That's what you have to do. Writing your thoughts down helps sort them out. So does sleeping on it. :)

Majimo said...

Hi there,

Found your blog through some other blogs.

It has been a while since I have read or written poetry, so reading your blog is like a fresh breeze of familiarity.

Thank You!

Majimo

Mary said...

Awh Majimo's note is sweet :) Your poetry is very refreshing... it's waaaay better than that crap on the subway they call "classic".

Anyway, I've been getting together with Katie for Saturday planning... Pull up your party socks because it's gonna be super fun!!

P.S. I'm thinking of taking a web design course! Maybe that's something fun I can do with the rest of my life... I hate being a grown up. I have no idea where I'll be in 5 years, yet everyone demands to know. Erg.