Sometimes I'm happy
Sometimes I'm not.
Sometimes I dream
Sometimes I don't.
My head is a home
My home lacks a head
My dreams have been broken, like bread.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
January 8th, 2009
Poem by bamboo boy at 8:34 PM
Labels: poem, relationships, ripped tights
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1 comments:
Oh, WOW!
I LOVE this poem! The last line in particular just caught me totally off guard, in that way great poems do, with a surprise at the end.
What a magnificent, rich, fascinating image. Dreams broken like bread. But breaking bread is good. Breaking dreams is presumably bad... Fascinating juxtaposition. Mind if I think about this for a few days? I think I will anyway.
Wow.
Thanks for sharing your poetry with the world!
I am very much impressed.
<3
Nate
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