Sunday, August 3, 2008

i found this one.

its unfinished like every poem i write...

The difference between birds and stones.

I was a bird
Spreading my ethereal and whimsy
with each press of my wing
I was the length of beauty
my own wingspan of capability
I was the beginning and end of all my possibilities
my hope carried me
And on endless dreams I soared
I was a stone. Heavy and burdensome. I fell on the dream.
And under the weight/ crushed all its potential.
And turned it to dust.


Schumes said...

Haha Kim that's so depressing I kinda like it.

Schumes said...

haha yea there is jut not w/in walking distance.