freedom

a lonely dance in
an empty room

long after the music
has stopped

she steps carelessly
forgetting to feel

cutting her feet on
shards of glass

trailing
a picture of crystal and red

and for a moment she forgets
who she is



this poem is copyrighted.
http://ruinsoftheday.blogspot.com/2005/07/freedom.html

My professor gave me sound advice. He said, ‘why don’t you blindfold someone and make them drink a bottle of whisky raw, and then take off the blindfold. The person won’t know who he/she is.’
Why do you think we enjoy studying Middle English so much?

puddy tat

Happy Independence Day!

waiting

Why doesn't anyone post anything on this blog anymore???