i'm really not a writer anymore.

i don't write. really.

instead i surf facebook and refuse to do my ap classwork.

it's complicated, but unconfirmed.


Tired and Trite and Overused.

i have tried to tell
you what it feels like to be
caught in your own pain.

however, i don't
think you listened. you never
really listen much.

i guess that's why i
adore you, you silly boy.
i don't have to be

much of anything
if i just want to win our
game of affections.



Haiku by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
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Written on 2006-12-16 at 05:47

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PoeticProcrastination
I wish I could write
a poem that flows or a
haiku that makes sense.

(You, in the past, have done both.)

[And you still do it with haikus.]

{And these are rather perfect.}

I miss your word soups
2006-12-17



Sweet write. I liked the flow very much, so conversational. Tai
2006-12-17