Wednesday, November 01, 2006

I hate rhyming poems but wtvr hehe

Barefoot in the rain
Barefoot in the cold
Barefoot when we're young
Barefoot when we're old.
Barefoot in the summer,
Barefoot in the fall,
Barefoot when we run
Barefoot when we crawl.
Barefoot with them
And barefoot with you
Kick off your shoes
Barefoot when we wish
Barefoot when we dream
Barefoot when we hide
Barefoot when we're seen
Barefoot when we fly
Barefoot when we land
Barefoot when I hug you
And when you hold my hand.

everything is fixable
everything has a loop-hole
Every law has an outlaw
fuck shcool
appreciate the little things
remember the night
remember how the wind blew
and how it made you feel

Bringing back some old posts, becuz no one goes back to read them anyway...
Monday, Sptember 11th:
The edge of the world where mortality becomes eternity and love becomes insanity. Where the oak is sore and the trees sway in the chaotic heaven I call love.
Dream on, Dream always.


pip said...

wow. im rlly impressed. by ur writing i mean....
and um i dotn particularly liek rhyming poems either but u pretty much captured the feeling w/ur poem which si amazing...
also from one of ur posts:
Freedom is about being able to run without worrying when you'll have to stop and where you'll have to end
- i just thought that was rlly beautiful...
shabbat shalom!

Joi said...

Life is truly a ride. We're all strapped in and no one can stop it. When the doctor slaps ur behind, he's ripping your ticket and away you go. As you make each passage from youth to adulthood to maturity, sometime you put your hands up and scream, and sometimes you just hang on to that bar in front of you. But the ride is the thing.
i think the most you can hope for at the end of life is that your hair's messed up, you're out of breath, and you didnt throw up.
-Jerry Seinfeld

dont ask. i thought about you when i read this.

*Miriam* said...

Wow, I like that