It’s beautiful, the red,
dripping down my arm.
Joining and splitting,
like a river with many divides.
It’s all I see.
No matter where I look,
it’s there.
The beautiful red.
It seeps down through the water,
turning the light blue into a dark, dark pink.
My life’s pain and worries slipping away.
Finally it stops.
And I clean it.
Then another dream of nightmares comes into reality.
And everything starts over.
I haven’t done any of this lately, since my last razor died. Â But I was thinking about it again today, so I’m posting this poem I wrote in September last year because it reflects where my mind is heading.
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Still emotionless and lost. Err… The last time we spoke I had agreed to allow you to be my sidekick on a journey of discovery. If you cut your arm it might affect your ability to carry my luggage and more importantly the beer.
lol as I said I haven’t done it for a while. About 4 months actually(YAY!). Also, I haven’t felt any need to as of late, which is good. And don’t forget, we also need Vodka, Rum, Cigs and Pillows. Because pillows are important for pillow fights. lol AND I’M STILL NOT CARRYING YOUR LUGGAGE!!!!!!! carry your own. Or buy a mule.
Ok, I will ask one_day to come with us but she might cramp our style
nah. she and I would have something to talk about. lol since we’re both girls. 😀 even though I act more like a dude. hahaha And we need to pet as many kitties as possible whenever we may encounter them, even the wild cats(just the little one’s though, and make sure we have a vehicle that goes really fast at those times). Meh. I feel like throwing something and having it smash to bits on the wall.