Rain has become
a current narration of my life.
You see it's not the rain's fault!
I love rain but it squeezes you in tight!
Just a relationship based on being
too far on the inside.
Like a knife rooted deep
into soft ripe flesh
I have become the tip
of the knife.
Deeply hibernated in a madhouse
like an animal
or some kind of wildlife.
Copyright © 2013 Christopher Lynn Lane
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Sunday, November 3, 2013
It's okay............
My mind is cluttered
Thoughts are spilling over
My pen is a drunk
But my words are sober
Paper wiped clean
with a dirty eraser
I'm putting down raw emotions
straight without a chaser
I'm learning me
In small
small swipes
between the blue lines
my poems are not
always full of sunshine
but that's okay
that's what makes
them mine
Copyright © 2013 Christopher Lynn Lane
Thoughts are spilling over
My pen is a drunk
But my words are sober
Paper wiped clean
with a dirty eraser
I'm putting down raw emotions
straight without a chaser
I'm learning me
In small
small swipes
between the blue lines
my poems are not
always full of sunshine
but that's okay
that's what makes
them mine
Copyright © 2013 Christopher Lynn Lane
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