I sit
I type
I worry
I hype
I Forget
I subject
Myself to
Too much
Sitting
And typing
And Hyping
and forgetting
that I subject
Myself to
Too much
Sitting
And typing
And hyping
And forgetting
that I subject
Myself
To too much
Sitting
And Typing
And Hyping
And weeping
And failing
Till I sit up
and smile
Then I type
and I hype
and forget.
See Also
- Recording my Poetry
- What was it?
- Your Anger
- The wonderful stink of Camden Market
- Uncomplicated Friendship
- I was called cute today
- Drunk Verse - A poets life
- The Everything Stew
- Random Love and Moments
- Poem - The Writer's Lament
- I Ached for You
- Sexy Sunday
- Tomboy
- Shared Regrets
- Turn Out the Light
- Love Is?
- More little verses
- Poem - Sex-Free Wednesdays
- I Slept On The Floor - A Poem
- Forgetting - Poem
- Writing
- Short Verses and Thoughts
- It should not hurt
