We make mistakes.
We falter.
We live on the edge.
We’re impulsive.
We take the plunge.
We risk our sanity.
We regret.
And then… we move on.
You know how that is?
Yeah, me neither.
PS: 11th contribution to NaPoWriMo.
 | mitchellez on She’s So Ugly |
| mitchellez on She’s So Ugly |
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 | Estelle Haward on She’s So Ugly |
| mitchellez on Happy Birthday Handsome |
i write in the hope that someone listens
I Bleed Words Sometimes
Here's me.
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I really liked your poem, but me neither understand why we move on
April 14, 2013 at 6:53 pm
Thanks Dave.
That’s a different take and may be another topic one could write about. I was implying that we can never move on in the true sense of the world.
April 14, 2013 at 6:58 pm
Agreed, its nearly impossible, in my experience. And ps, love the art work you place with each.
April 15, 2013 at 10:20 pm
Thanks much! 🙂 Yes, I’m very particular about them. As much as the words are important these graphics are integral too.
April 16, 2013 at 5:33 pm
Only if we knew.
Lovely 🙂
April 19, 2013 at 3:42 pm
We never really do!
April 19, 2013 at 8:06 pm
While some may disagree, to me, this poem is a wail, a cry out, for you (the voice of the poem) knows not what it is to let go and move on, almost as if you miss the mistakes, being on the edge and the volatile risks we take…
April 20, 2013 at 12:31 pm
🙂 Reading between the lines again, are we? 🙂
April 20, 2013 at 2:01 pm
i love this – can relate
April 25, 2013 at 9:52 am