just found these again whilst digging through my BOOKS to put them on their SHELVES (imagine how wicked awesome this is after 15 years of wandering...just try to imagine!) and thought it could be FUNNY to post them on my blogs... just for OLD times' (desperate intellectual exhibitionalist's) sake...
bon appetite!
Penelope
She always says bless you to sneezes
She whirls constantly out of control
Headlong into Hindsight
Hurt
She cries tears of maddening anger and bliss
stagnant in mind and body and soul
But always chasing after the Sunshine
Unrequited
She's had years and years of practice
read millions of words and phrases
said more in her life than most others
Unknowing
She feels like she did as a six year old girl
Like she's living what she's gonna be when she grows up
Only now she can't stop writing it down
Unleashed
She only desires love and dreams of fame and silence
Understands Evil and Freedom and Intelligence
Potential beats in her head like a drum
Pounding
There may be hope for her later
She's way too wrapped up in the Now
Herself, her old Lovers, and Others
See if you're not touched by It
Anyhow....
*written january 23 1997
aged 20 years old
