Hello from the past
Say’s the echo
A fading voice
A passing moment
Hello
From the past
Anything you read
It was written in the echo
But
there is something about reading
That makes us question whether time moves forward at all
There is something about art
That can make it timeless.
-C.H.
They say that I have a hard face And that I am guarded They say that I am rough around the edges They say I have opinions And that I am a little different They tell me that I am difficult And that my
I have one friend Who is jealous of my single life With all my dates and stories But he Has a good job And a good wife And a good home And a good daughter And a son on the way He doesn’t see it But I
There’s a poetry night coming up here in a few days But my hands are too shaky to write And my body is too broken to fight My mind is too wild to sit still And my will fell ill awhile ago And the ego
