the inside tundra

the inside tundra

rough and tumble

with strength and rigor i endevour to restore myself. like a dancer i ache to soar as well as slide across the floor. when i dance i can feel in tune. through this writing i hope to reach my flow so i can dance with vigor like i use to. that muscel memory is slowly waking as i let my sorrow thaw.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

sad poems

i feel that sad poems are more than that. they are raw truth poems. the truth of a world we need to except and not turn away from because even though that truth may hurt it can also give us the streangth tho our eyes wide open to the real experience we call life.

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