Monday, November 19, 2007

Untitled

At the ripe old age of 22, i was sorting through my old desk at home and happened upon a few jewels. i value my sense of humor about myself, so i think that i have no choice but to forward these to your fair website. which i enjoy greatly. perhaps these poems can join the ranks of the others.


(untitled)

obscure and lost
the fruitless search
erstwhile

and misdirected
an end
a close
all myth

peace of mind
belongs to no one





(untitled)

void
its missing
a vacancy unaccounted for

and empty

when does it end
where does it begin

why

By: Karl

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