My head is going crazy with thoughts about you
I hope you're not picking up on my mixed signals
Yours are clear enough - or so I think
I must be careful, can't let you become another one,
Another causality of my independence
You intrigue me, though, and pique my mind.
You fascinate me thoroughly and make me wonder...
I would like to sit and talk with you,
Some evening, perhaps all night
This must stay simple and innocent
The chatting, the charm (of newness)
Perhaps we should have a drink some time
...Should I mention?
You appeared in my dream last night.
I don't remember most of it, but
You did have a full back tattoo.
WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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