Friday, January 29, 2010

7

I woke up that morning with open eyed blur,
short hair, cold toes, mute and unsure.

The beauty I remember, the shakiness.

It lay, draped across my shoulders in the light of a morning
too very familiar for the last salutation
to be so far away
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 10, 2010 at 2:16 AM

    Dear Ryan,
    You are truely an inspiration. I like your poems. I love you. Even if your website isn't blogspot/ryan.com/blogs/poems/edgarallenpoe.org, I still like that you are being creative and following your heart. I don't know where I'm going with this so im just going to leave it at that. I'm sure ill see you in the bathroom some time.
    Love,
    Room 321

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  2. AnonymousApril 22, 2010 at 3:28 AM

    I really enjoy this one.

    It screams of a fleeting moment.

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